*cryptically, looking straight ahead as he picks up his pace again* A man's entitled to change his mind, isn't he? *a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite the rather shitty start to his day* Glorfindel's not so bad.
*does not offer much more by way of explanation during the rest of the walk back to the house* *once inside, pulls up short at the front desk and sets the bag of food on it, opening it up and fishing inside for a second*
*pulls out a wrapped sandwich labeled h/sw/rye and hands it to Pete* *to him, deadpan* I couldn't help but notice you ordered Jürgon's usual tuna melt. Forget he switched shifts today, did you? How's the old memory, Pete? *raises an eyebrow at you* You want a tuna melt?