Griffin was just eating a spoon full of cake. He was sitting with his boss, Augutus, who he built airships for, and Sydney in a small café. They would go back to their home in London in a few hours. He was quite happy about it, because then he could go back to locking himself in his work-shop and desining the airships in peace without having much social interaction again. The cake was delicious, though. Not that he would ever say that. He wasn't one to talk about his feelings.