Rose's lips twitch in an almost-smile--shitty puns have their own charm. "Sorry to have lowered your opinion of me," she says without hesitation. "I hope you can floorgive me." Okay, that one was pretty torturous even by Rose's standards, but she is tired.

"Eating with...? Oh." Of course Rose has been eating... or at least she has eaten. At some point. She reorients around the idea of sitting and eating. With an invitation, no less. "I suppose I am, now. Is there anything good on the menu?" Rose sits at the nearest table, a little more heavily than intended.