<em>This is...intriguing.  Though I suppose they do not call it that for nothing.</em>Someone had<em>wanted</em>him to be suspicious of this offering, thinking it might be hiding a hunter-seeker or other similar deadly contraption.  But no.  It really did seem to be simply an artistic offering (if a bit gaudy for the Mentat's taste, but then, he was not House Artmaster).  Taking his seat at the table, at the direction of Eliza, Martin observed that the entire entourage eagerly consumed the food that was laid before them...almost too eagerly.  Were they that trusting?  Or was this some other attempt.<br/><br/><em>...ah.  I see now.  Clever, whoever put this into motion.</em>They had used the artwork, and its simple nature, to attempt to place in his mind a doubt that he was being too suspicious, too cautious...and try to get him to let down his guard for the rest of the meeting.  To try and trick him into idleness by insinuation that he really was being<em>too</em>paranoid - even for a Mentat.  There were few he thought capable of such a feat.  A House Spymaster.  An elder of the Bene Gesserit.  A fellow Mentat.  Or...Martin allowed himself only a spare moment extra to observe the Guildsman who had accompanied Gull's group to their home.  The Guild was just as devious and subversive an organization as the Gesserit order...and one never thought to question their presence, in contrast to the rest.  They were, after all, everywhere.