"Ash everyone shed it'sh a extreme shishuation that we had today.  We'll get better, you'll shee."  Graff consoles, he's not quite in a state of mind to be offended by his beautiful companies tone.  "Yesh, thhish is truly hidioush."  He also concurs taking the last spoon full and chocking it down.<br/><br/>"Anyway if you're the only one left, you get to tell the shtory.  Jusht make our deaths like an epishode of the Immortal Warrior and everyone will just shink you're full of it and not worry about your pasht."  Apparently that's Graff's advice if Elisa looses another unit, once they both finish their meal Graff will add "Well now thash'sh out of the way letsh go fix up that Knight of yoursh.  Lesht I can do to replay your help."  He gets up to go and dispose of the trash and it's pretty obvious that Graff should not be handling any tools right now, he apparently wasn't kidding about needing to carried to his room after one drink although he can kind of stand on his feet by himself at this point...sort of.