"You're sure that I can create something - That's not as subtle as you think it is." Emet-Selch comments with an eyeroll - but it does not take away from the fondness in his voice. Ugh, of course he would not let his friend starve.

Nor will he see that smile made any less genuine. Some things never truly change, do they?

He sighs and begins the trek onward. "Let us away unto the heart of the city, then. Surely your belly will be a more suitable guide than our nescience."