"Would that be allowed?" he questioned before laughing, "I have always thought it better to have company when eating though. So, I suppose if you don't mind it, then I'd be happy to join you for a meal." And with that he slid himself into the seat opposite of her, adjusting as best he was able to get his legs to fit in the small crevice between the table and the seat.

"How have you been doing? It's been some time since since we last spoke," he asked, hoping she had been doing well. So many things had happened for him, but he knew she hadn't been there to see anything in the basement. That meant she'd had to have had a better time than him.