Oi. [Almost as if out of nowhere, does Hector appear, leaning against the booth and reaching up to fluff at his already disarrayed hair. He's been wandering, keeping away from the general vicinity of the rest area, because like hell he's doing anything that remotely resembles participating in this bullshit if he can help it, before glancing over to Porthos, one eyebrow raised.]
I can leave you to your wifely duties, there, mate, but I'm about to skive off for a break.
herp derp hitting up that there onigiri booth lets go do shit that's actually fun
I can leave you to your wifely duties, there, mate, but I'm about to skive off for a break.