Allelujah easily ducked out of the way of the thrown chip and smirked at Badou before taking a bite of his own food, looking as pure and innocent as the new fallen snow. Well, as innocent as he could manage when he was halfway to laughing anyway.

"That is a shame," Allelujah lamented. If he burned something, he tended to want it to stay burned. "But it would be more theraputic than an actual doctor session." He eyed Badou for a moment before shrugging, peering down at the table-top. "He asked about Hallelujah. All kinds of questions about him and why he's there and they probably want to force drugs on me to make me 'better'."