"Outside is fine." Luka smiles as he steps up from the chair and takes Eleven's offered arm. "Neither the lobby or the garden sound quite as comfortable as I had in mind though. But the garden is nice."

Luka had imagined something like a plush sofa or one of the Protector's dream recliners that one could sink into. As far as he knew, the garden was sorely lacking in those.

"What do you mean she perceives food differently?" He asks as he slips his arm into position.