[ His eyes narrow. It's not as though he interacted enough to get a great read on Artolo as a person, but he expected a little more vitriol from someone who just shoved fish down someone's back. Or hot peppers into someone's eyes. ]

Better to eat before some joker can waste it. [ Mr. Universe picks an oozing chunk of beet out of his hair. ] Someone worked hard to make us this meal, y'know.

Artolo. Pal. I'm not your mother, but boy someone needs to teach you some etiquette.