[The redhead, a dinner roll shoved in his mouth, nods back silently, busy balancing three plates against his hands as he carefully loads them to the brim. They don't seem to be toppling - maybe he's done this before.

He gives a muffled start of an answer, before stopping, bracing his leg against the buffet counter to free up one of his hands from the plate balancing and remove the bread from his mouth.]

It's not what I usually eat at home, but it's still great. So long as they don't run out, I won't have complaints.

[He then stuffs the entire roll into his mouth and barely seems to chew it before swallowing.]

You in the mood for anything specific?