( He stills, mouth comically expanded around a dumpling that should, by right, pass for cannon fodder. Chews with the dramatic slowness of a man attempting not to choke in the face of obvious enthusiasm.

This, then, is why the principles forbid speech whilst dining. This danger, right here, perfectly illustrated.

He swallows. )

You wish to linger here? To... assist locals? ( It would suit Allison's generosity — but Five? )