"Ah yes, I've heard of your troupe before, nothing but good things of coarse," he took the invitation to sit down. "I'm afraid I've never had the chance to see it in person, however." He grabbed a plate that he saw had some smothered fried chicken, buttered peas and corn and a biscuit. Garsin's family was from South Carolina, but moved to Japan when he was little because of his father's work. "Now this is a meal that brings back some memories," he said. He then started eating his meal and then responded to how Kristof said they were taken against their will. "I'm pretty sure you had the option to stay if you would have liked. But I'm also fairly certain that this place is a lot more comfortable and accommodating then that of a jail cell," he commented with a short laugh. "Though I can't say that a jail cell would have been entirely fitting after all of you just saved everybody at that little tech show Fukio throws every year."

edit: Chatter continued, and more plates of food fell victim to the two men. After a long talk and full bellies they retired to their rooms for the night. The cooks at the food hall are still trying to recover.