The smell of food draws Rosinante downstairs to retrieve lunch for him and Law. Rather than waiting for the tail end to grab a bite, or sitting in a corner by himself, he's now got someone he wants to actually spend time with - but like Rosinante, that someone isn't much for loud social gatherings. Easy to get around it when you live in the same building as the big daily lunch, though.

Which, he can see as he arrives on the ground floor, truly is big today. Already in a good mood, the smell, the sight, hell even the music (maybe especially the music) has him smiling as he heads over to the bar to peer into the kitchen before Soldat has finished setting it all out.

"Almost forgot what a real lunch was," he teases as he eyes a whole pile of roast vegetables on a baking tray. "You must be in heaven right now."