[Honestly, he couldn't give a shit about gossip--unless it's talking about how cool he is in his armor. Or how awesome and handsome he is. He shrugs and waves a hand dismissively.] You're the one who'll be sitting with a man in "battle armor", Niles. You don't mind me calling you Niles, right? [Because there are very few people he'll actually be formal with--and most of those cut him a paycheck at the end of the day. (And even if Niles says yes, he minds being called by his first name despite having offered it, he would still "Niles" anyway.)] Call me Felix.

How about we meet now? I haven't had a meal that didn't consist of expired MREs in...I don't know how long. I've lost count. ...Real food still exists, right?