The plate of food entered Light’s suit with a satisfying *blump*. He devoured it in seconds, spitting the plate back out for Senjen to catch.

Normally he’d be delighted to have his hide scratched, but last night’s imbibement had left him with a touch of ‘hangxiety’ that made the prospect unpalatable.

He changed the subject. “I should return this suit. What are you thinking about a new suit for yourself?”

“Oh no. Work are calling me.” Ruk said, before throwing eggs back up onto the concrete underfoot.