"Depends on your tastes, really. The mess halls can whip up just about anything you might like." Torin responded, shrugging passively.<br/><br/>"I could do with a bite to eat, I suppose. Shall we?" He continued, suppressing the urge to offer her an arm again, knowing that she'd misinterpret his goals and go straight for his elbow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>