"She has a good voice," he agrees, and leans onto the bar with his elbows as he waits.

It must be strange, being caught between two times. He doesn't say it out loud as he knows the reason well enough and it's not the most pleasant topic, and even if Soldat handles it well enough (all things considered) today just does not feel like the day for that. Not when they have food. Not when he has Law.

Not when he has cigarettes again, and he absolutely fishes one out of a pocket and lights it on the torch at the bar.

"Where'd you learn to cook? Was that something you always liked doing?" he asks.