[ Gladio pauses mid-bite, lowers his utensil to peer over the table down at this other arm. Yeah, now that he mentions it, he is kinda holding himself in a different way. Not quite 'well-oiled machine' and slightly off. ]

More like overdue, then. Okay.

[ The Shield starts eating with more gusto - these aren't the big sized cups he's used to, so he downs it in no time and then savors the broth before he finally drains it. Gladio sighs and leans back in his chair. ]

Oof, that helped loads.

[ He feels a little more revitalized now, nothing like treating a craving with your favorite guilty pleasure. ]

Thanks, Genji.

Give me 20 minutes to get cleaned up and I'll join you.