She smiled wryly. "Yeah, I sort of figured."

Then she clapped her hands. "Alright, so, I can't stand for that because I honestly think eating like that can make you really depressed. Ser Gadriel, I have a proposition for you."

Madhuri propped her hands upon her countertop. "I work five days a week at that café and get out around this time each of those days. If you escort me home, I will fix you an actual meal. You'll get nutrients... well, for the most part... but you'll get flavors and textures and all the really nice things about eating. You play a bit of bodyguard for me, and I'll feed you."