Eames follows his good buddy's movements with his eyes and a raised eyebrow. He is shocked (shocked, sir) that Arthur would abandon anything partially finished. (Well, no, but he does notice, that among other things, shall we say.) After a beat, he shrugs and gets up to follow along after, depositing the appropriate bag on the counter.
"Or caught," he agrees. It is frustrating, and save the occasional underpaid and unimaginative job from the Broad Arrow, he hasn't found much of a solution himself. His response is just the natural progression of that thought, but he pauses after it, one hip braced on the counter, and– well, he hadn't been thinking of bringing up anything in particular, but since the opportunity exists...
He starts unloading the fruit from the bag – the real food being, of course, at the very bottom – and asks, casual as anything, "Had you considered when you might tell me how you actually ended up on the Militia's favourite persons list, by the way?"
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"Or caught," he agrees. It is frustrating, and save the occasional underpaid and unimaginative job from the Broad Arrow, he hasn't found much of a solution himself. His response is just the natural progression of that thought, but he pauses after it, one hip braced on the counter, and– well, he hadn't been thinking of bringing up anything in particular, but since the opportunity exists...
He starts unloading the fruit from the bag – the real food being, of course, at the very bottom – and asks, casual as anything, "Had you considered when you might tell me how you actually ended up on the Militia's favourite persons list, by the way?"
He's just curious.