"Yeah, yeah. Next time I'll let you spill that food I worked hard on all over the landing," Soldat counters dryly. It's not about you, Rosi, it's about Soldat's food. That makes it okay, right? ... Clearly it's about both, but that's for Rosinante's pride.

At least there's only one more flight of stairs, and they're halfway up it, now. "Want me to leave the plates on the floor outside your door, for you to bring in?" they ask. A polite way of saying Rosi doesn't have to introduce them to Law right now. They understand it would be awkward, and also the idea of wanting to keep Law all to himself for a while.