Delsin settles next to her, holding a pair of plates with the standard fare. "No way," he assures with a grin. He hands her the plate he'd prepared for her — he'd at least had the decency to ask what she preferred, and added a surprise or two in there just in case. "I didn't get drinks yet. I figured we'd eat first?" He's starving. He's been smelling this stuff since they got to the apartment, and it's been driving him nuts. He's so ready to dig in.