[If he were more inclined to smile as a general matter of course, he probably would be at that remark, but it'd be a sad one, and wry, and a little bit dismal. As it is, he's not, and his expression doesn't change, but there's still that lingering aura of melancholy clinging to him that won't go away.]

Not everyone consoles themselves with food, I'm afraid.

[He steps around toward the front half of the Girafarig, working off the theory that if he can get one end to chill out, maybe the other half will mellow along with it.]

This is no way to behave, Ace. Shhh. Come now, you were trained better than that.