Karl Leid was jolted from his token respectful silence, a welcome respite from the morning's eating and irresponsibly early drinking, by the approach of a familiar voice behind him. He cracked a short, little smile as Gareth sat down at the table near him. "G'morning to you as well. I'm doing fine, I suppose. They're trusting me again, and it's enjoyable." He said, and indicated the relatively normal company they had at the table with a wave of his hand, drawing some strange looks from the other guests. The table was, however, missing both of his accomplices from yesterday. "So I've decided to spend today watching and learning." Leid took a sip from his cup and laid it gently on the table, reclining a bit and sitting up straight. "What about you? Making the most of our lord's hospitality?" A bounty the boy had called it, and a bounty it was. The cooks had outdone themselves, perhaps out of love for their country. However, they too had to understand, like so many others, that today was an opportunity to advance one's standing in the realm. Being a good cook was one way, it was the others that warranted attention.