[Oh wow, this girl produces so much miasma he doesn't even need to provoke her (though he still might, just for fun). It's the good stuff too, a dark beacon of grief, fear and rage.

He's going to hang out with her for a while.]

Mashed potatoes, is it? I suppose there's something to be said for simplicity.

[He puts his cocktail down to grab a plate and scoop up a healthy helping of mashed potatoes.]

Have you been here for a while, Miss? You seem familiar with the dining options.