Heh. Saint Kojak. That had not been the most mature deception he'd ever pulled off but one had to savor the little things. Badd picked a random assortment of food items, loading heavy on the sweets, and went to look for someone else he could hold a bearable conversation with. Let's see if we can't bat two for two today.

The man he sat next to seemed to be having a problem with his food. He was drinking the tea so slowly Badd almost felt like giving him verbal instructions on how to continue consuming it. It wasn't a face Badd recognized, either.

"It's not poisoned," he put in. "At least we don't think so." But give it long enough here, brother, you'll wish it was.