The fact she really was posing as a celebrity musician put a slight grin on his face while breakfast was plated and utensils were arranged properly. "I must be a massive smooth talker to have wound up in the same bed as a celebrity while just being an associate in a pharmaceutical company." The comment was dripping with sarcasm because it was obvious why they were here and who they really were, but strangely that seemed to make it more surprising rather than less.
"Well, no. But it used to be. This is considered a luxurious breakfast here now, but a few decades ago this was a working class meal." It might have been strange to hear how a meal had been so commonplace and taken for granted but was now a luxury. It was the same for quite a few things in this House, and it was hardly shocking given Liberty's decadence.
With breakfast now properly served he gestured for his companion to join him at the table, waiting for her to do so before sitting down to dig in.
