Gilbert smiled a little before stepping forward to shake her hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Romilda. Mr. Smith does not often invite his friends to our office." It was far messier than he recalled. He wondered idly if that was an issue.
He turned to look at his desk, only then realizing he'd forgotten his food. His brow furrowed once again. Hestia told him not to trust food from others. The sinking feeling in his stomach was related to...what was it again? Oh, yes. Worry. He turned back to them, trying not to appear quite as uncomfortable as he felt. "Of course." This really was disconcerting.