"YES."
The answer had barely finished rumbling out of the depths of the armor before the visor was lifted again with a quiet creak of well-maintained metal. The first of the two sandwich halves was picked up gingerly and yet firmly, gauntleted fingertips placed so that it would make the journey in one piece. The finger food was thusly cast into the void within the helmet, and it did not return. The other half only had a few moments to reflect its own fate as the Judge partook of his martini, and whatever thoughts it could have or might have had were lost forever as it too joined its kin in the darkness. A final draining of the glass' contents and Jredthys' meal was concluded.
Judge took a moment to reflect on the meal afterward, folding his hands neatly as he had when he had first arrived - his straight-backed and not-seemingly-very-relaxed-at-all "relaxed" position. Other than the minor snafu with the slicing of the sandwich itself, it had been made to his specifications. The walnut bread had indeed been lightly buttered during the toasting process, which - while neither formally requested nor forbidden - had added a pleasant crunch and additional flavor to the already savory treat. He would have to be certain to request it be done again in the future. The Quicksand was certainly worth all the praise that it received, and he would be just as certain to return as well should the time properly allow for such things.
He turned then to gauge the source of the sudden urging, and Jredthys' eyes narrowed a bit within the sanctity of his helmet. It would be hard not to place her as one of the Ul'dah's elite royal guard - the Sultansworn. Even if she hadn't been wearing their standard garb, the way she carried herself was not unlike most Paladins of high station. He had seen quite a few over his many years. Was she here on a mission for the Sultana, or merely seeking recreation like himself?
If it was the latter, perhaps she too was interested in light conversation. She had initiated such with him after all. Perhaps it might even be better than the rule-violating one he had so briefly entertained with the masked Miqo'te of vexing gray viewpoints. But what to speak of? Ah, of course, there was only one thing to properly speak of here.
"IT WAS PROPERLY MADE AND OF GOOD TASTE," he intoned, motioning lightly to now-empty plate. All that was left of his meal was a light dusting of bread crumbs. "RECOMMENDED."
The answer had barely finished rumbling out of the depths of the armor before the visor was lifted again with a quiet creak of well-maintained metal. The first of the two sandwich halves was picked up gingerly and yet firmly, gauntleted fingertips placed so that it would make the journey in one piece. The finger food was thusly cast into the void within the helmet, and it did not return. The other half only had a few moments to reflect its own fate as the Judge partook of his martini, and whatever thoughts it could have or might have had were lost forever as it too joined its kin in the darkness. A final draining of the glass' contents and Jredthys' meal was concluded.
Judge took a moment to reflect on the meal afterward, folding his hands neatly as he had when he had first arrived - his straight-backed and not-seemingly-very-relaxed-at-all "relaxed" position. Other than the minor snafu with the slicing of the sandwich itself, it had been made to his specifications. The walnut bread had indeed been lightly buttered during the toasting process, which - while neither formally requested nor forbidden - had added a pleasant crunch and additional flavor to the already savory treat. He would have to be certain to request it be done again in the future. The Quicksand was certainly worth all the praise that it received, and he would be just as certain to return as well should the time properly allow for such things.
He turned then to gauge the source of the sudden urging, and Jredthys' eyes narrowed a bit within the sanctity of his helmet. It would be hard not to place her as one of the Ul'dah's elite royal guard - the Sultansworn. Even if she hadn't been wearing their standard garb, the way she carried herself was not unlike most Paladins of high station. He had seen quite a few over his many years. Was she here on a mission for the Sultana, or merely seeking recreation like himself?
If it was the latter, perhaps she too was interested in light conversation. She had initiated such with him after all. Perhaps it might even be better than the rule-violating one he had so briefly entertained with the masked Miqo'te of vexing gray viewpoints. But what to speak of? Ah, of course, there was only one thing to properly speak of here.
"IT WAS PROPERLY MADE AND OF GOOD TASTE," he intoned, motioning lightly to now-empty plate. All that was left of his meal was a light dusting of bread crumbs. "RECOMMENDED."