[center][color=aba000]Jude Davis[/color][/center]

Finishing that much-needed stretch, Jude let the book tumble to the couch as he made his own way to dinner. The smell was dragging him in like some type of fly trap and he was taking the bait hook, line, and sinker before he saw something that caught his eye. The sight an Uncle Tino's Pizza box brought forth a lot of old memories to the forefront of Jude's mind, causing him to falter in his movements for a half second. A look crossed his face that spoke of sadness and fond remembrance in equal measures before it was reigned in by his hunger. Grabbing a couple slices for himself, Jude dug in and didn't pay much mind to the lack of conversation in the room, riding out that special brand of quiet that only comes about during good eats, and good eats it was. 

It seemed like an eternity before someone said anything else, this nights holder of that title being G-Man. "Soon, probably within the next twenty or so minutes," Jude spoke in between mouthfuls of food as he stood up to move towards the kitchen. "I'm grabbin a water, any of you want anything while I'm there?" he said as he moved, keeping an ear out but not turning to see anyone's reactions.