[Justice had tried getting him to stay too late, but for once Anders had overruled it. He had plans. This mean he's only just put down the food and drink in a tucked-away corner of the tavern when Cyril shows, and hasn't had time to really arrange it yet.

That doesn't diminish the warmth in his eyes, though. He's still getting used to there being people willing to help him out, and someone joining him for dinner and being seen with him is going even beyond that.]

Cyril. I've... Well, it's all here. It's not pretty yet, but it's here, at least. And I'm not singing anymore, another plus.

[He opens up the basket and pulls out plates and cups and cutlery, starting to set them out.]

Join me.