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[It's disconcerting, at best; Ben knows this, somehow, though Rhade only just told him. He believes him, and he doesn't feel threatened. Not any more than he usually does, anyway.
Still, he takes another moment before continuing the aborted motion that will take him to sitting down. Once he's made the decision, he seems to settle to it well enough - he looks down at the omelette, sniffing subtly before picking the provided fork up and beginning to investigate it.]
This isn't the normal fare, sir? [Glancing back up, curious.]
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