The presence of snacks made Orsino perk up a bit, and he attacked a bag of crisps almost before it had touched down on the table. He nodded in Don's direction as her settled back into the sofa.
"I haven't done much reading the Prophet lately - hey, these are good," he said, holding one of the crisps up. "But from what I've gathered they haven't really seen fit to explain anything."
Orsino wished for a moment that he'd just stayed home, waited to see if an owl returned from his parents. What was his dad supposed to do? He wouldn't be able to go to work, that was for sure. Instead of dwelling on it, Orsino liked some salt off of his fingers and got back to his drink.