*moves to sit down at the table (at what is or was his usual place) and tucks in as soon as the plate is put in front of him (and it is his first home-cooked meal since he left Ecthelion so it doesn't matter a damn if the pea-pods are singed)* *after he has sated the immediate pang of his hunger (and explained to Marigold that this is human food and she can't have any), turns to you* *solemnly, as is or was his way* How have you been doing, Erestor.