[He bites back a protest as Gladio gets to work on the food. But his stomach has other ideas. He really hadn't eaten today. And he couldn't recall if he'd eaten the day before. Resigned, he accepts the noodles.]
Thanks. ..Oh.
[The drink. Right. He downs the shot.]
Probably. I'd go with with less alcohol, more grape. But that's me.
[He takes up the fork and takes a bite of the noodles. They don't taste as good as they should, but Gladio is right. He'll regret not having something in his stomach.]
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Thanks. ..Oh.
[The drink. Right. He downs the shot.]
Probably. I'd go with with less alcohol, more grape. But that's me.
[He takes up the fork and takes a bite of the noodles. They don't taste as good as they should, but Gladio is right. He'll regret not having something in his stomach.]