You bet! Hey, you picked a great night to swing by. A flock of pheasants turned up in the woods not far from the monastery, and we managed to bag us a fair few of 'em! So it's good eating and good drinking here in the Wilted Rose tonight.

[As Dedue sits, Balthus motions vigorously to the barkeep, beckoning him toward their table.]

Hey, look alive, will you? Let me get a round for my friend over here! Oh, and, uh...

[He glances at Dedue, questioning.]

Something to eat? Did you come hungry?