[ X'rhun is quick to let Ardyn relieve him of their meals. The mage isn't uncoordinated by any means, but balancing plates is not an act he has needed to perfect - honestly, how do serving girls do it?

Once his arms are free, he tugs his gloves off one by one, draping them over the back of one of the chairs at the little table set against one wall, presumably the place they will take their supper together. His hat follows, left to hang off one side of the chair's back. His ears flick in Ardyn's direction. ]

'Tis no different than it was in New Amsterdam, is it not? Though, by your reckoning, how long has it been since you were there?