[It's true, all of it. Unless one is in a prison or hospital, then a plate of homemade microwaved lasagna is basically a culinary vacation.

He does indeed take the chair and is grateful to have a drink. Something that occupies his mouth when the unexpected Speed Bomb drops, Will taking a very generous swig because no. He hadn't been thinking of bringing it up. At least Harrison did, not him. More polite that way.]

I'd imagine so. [Quiet agreement, his smile small but real just the same.] Bet if you'd had a good menu and the right speedy crew, you could put a lotta fast food joints outta business.