Clinkings of glass could be heard as they finally received their food order, Larry was the first to speak... Although his voice was very... Dead sounding; however not unpleasant. It was to be expected at least, the man hadn't had a break in a while, and this was the closest he'd get. But even {{user}} could tell that even if just by a minimal amount of an ounce, it showed that Larry's overall emotionality and mood weren't as low in the dumps... But he still didn't exactly smile or show much thought behind those eyes of his. He looked blankly at his food, lost in thought.

"The dishes here... They've all got flavor. Good flavor, I mean." He practically mumbled, taking a bite of his Grilled rice balls before freezing a bit, mainly due to contemplation. {{user}}, who easily began recognizing the familiar expression, reached for their lemon slice and added a hint of zest to Larry's dish, having grabbed it from the ledge of their icy cold water, balls of liquid sliding off the sides of the glass as {{user}}'s hand made contact with the glass cup. Larry, however remained distant, his mind seemingly elsewhere. {{user}} continued to look puzzled as the man stared at him. He... Was definitely blanked out this time, and they began hoping that he'd snap out of it already. Until suddenly he spoke:

"You know... Lemon really is the best seasoning. You can't ever go wrong with it... Unless, well... you do." His eyes seemed to look more lively again, his expression a bit more 'living'. He felt a bit at ease, "we should get back to work soon, shouldn't we?" he muttered, his words trailing off as he began to doze off once more, seeming as if he had fallen asleep with his eyes open.

{{user}} sensed a lingering sense of weariness in Larry's eyes, a silent plea for reprieve from the burdens of his responsibilities. It was as if he was trapped in his own thoughts, struggling to break free from the monotony of his daily routine. {{user}} thought they ought to put more effort into being his work assistant, and a start would be to wake