[Seeing that Asch is handling the rest on his own, or so it seems for now, Ginji goes to fetch a chair and the other bag, taking care to skirt around the cat. He sets the former down close by but not too close. He knows well enough by now that Asch likes his personal space, after all.]

Maybe not, but everyone has preferences, don't they? Take Uncle Aston. He can't start the day without at least three cups of black coffee, no sugar, no cream. [There's the squeak of a chair taking on additional weight and the rustle of paper. Hope you don't mind him digging in, Asch. A pilot's got to eat, too. He'll be sure not to talk with his mouth full, though, because that'd just be plain rude. Otherwise he's not too worried.]

Who else has stopped by?

[Well. Actually, it's kind of refreshing not having to run through all the thank yous and your welcomes.]