[Steven dumps the lifejacket on a table by the window, just so he can free up his hands and they'll have a table they can come back to. And then he follows Marc over to the spread of food. All the seafood makes him feel a little uneasy, but they get to the vegetarian section tucked away in the corner and Steven makes a delighted little noise when he spots a few things he can eat. Unfortunately all the soup is creamy and the only clear option they had walked past earlier has chicken, but the szechuan eggplant sounds great! And roast vegetables. The salad is glistening and there's crispy-looking samosas as well.

Helping himself to a plate, Steven loads it up with just enough food to cover the bottom of the plate without piling everything on. He can always come back for seconds if he's starving but he thinks he's sorted with what he's got.

He's... not going to comment on Marc's kid's meal. At least it didn't come with a toy. If they don't arrive at their final resting place tomorrow maybe he can encourage Marc to have an adult lunch then.]

This place is wonderful. Where do you think they're taking us? [Steven asks as he sets his food down on the table and starts unraveling his cutlery from the napkin bundle.] Every culture has their own idea of what life after death might look like. I don't think we're going to that 'Ancestral Plane' that Taweret was talking about.