[ It is better than takeout.

Hector follows behind Vaer, quietly leaning close behind them to rest a hand on the table. He puts his weight on the arm, glances down at the food, then back up at Vaer. ]

He does. I figured, if I'm going to be getting food catered for you, it better be good. You deserve the best.

[ He chuckles a bit. ]

Within budget, of course.

[ life sucks without his pact pension and rhineskeep money ]