"Thank you for Breakfast, Jo." He had paid the most attention to the niceties people said back and forth, confirming meanings with her when she hadn't told him anyway.Those he seemed to latch onto most. He pushed himself up as well, somehow managing not to scrape the flood as much, the knife left on the table with the plate. He didn't want to break anything, he moved towards the door.

"Tonight, Verið varkár, mun ég sjá þig í kvöld." He spoke as he turned and moved to go collect his knife and bag to head out. He'd leave out the backdoor. He usually does, only to return through the front.