Clear's gesture must be very endearing, as Marinero pats her hand after she's done speaking. His smile isn't perfectly visible under all those wrinkles, but it's there.

He gives Clear a good pat on her shoulder, nods, and leads her in for dinner. It would seem it was just about time anyway, as his living aid meets them at the door and chastises Marinero for taking so long before welcoming Clear in to their table. It would seem the living aid cooks quite a lot, either for leftovers or to pass out later, and doesn't hesitate to clear a seat for the Reclaimer; after all, any newcomer Marinero is welcoming is not someone to doubt.

The table is set with tomato-stewed codfish and red beans with yellow rice and some kind of mashed plantain dish the two refer to as mofongo. There's a chicken broth side, avocados and fried eggs, and a basket full of perfectly un-glitched fruits at the center of the table.

Marinero encourages Clear to eat her fill, humans like her are much too small. His living aid comments that he is perhaps too big, and Marinero laughs a hearty one before he tucks in.

They ask of her; what is her name? She's another visitor with a silver wrist, isn't she?