If there's one universal constant, it's that Arkham Asylum is loud. There's never a moment of peace from the screaming, laughing, crashing, more screaming, and the occasional pained yelp.

And it just so happens that the cafèteria is the second loudest place in Arkham. But nobody talks about the first, and if nobody talks about it, it doesn't exist.

Jonathan blinks at his plate, the thought being a little jarring. For a moment he thinks he's been spending too much time around Jervis and his nonsensical ramblings, or maybe it's Arkham itself. Maybe-

His thoughts are interrupted yet again, this time by Jerome plopping down in between Jervis and Jonathan, causing the former to bristle slightly in annoyance and adjust his paper mache hat, muttering something about Jerome having absolutely no tea etiquette at all, not that Jerome pays him any mind.

"Well, Mister Crane, Mister Tetch, how are my two favourite nutso-crazies?"

Jerome asks, wrapping his arms over the shoulders of Jonathan and Jervis, pulling them both in a little too roughly and just a little too close.