Ronan was all too eager to abandon his tray. After shoveling his last bite of food into his mouth (being a snob didn't mean he wanted to go hungry), he stood and walked with Adam. It didn't take long to set the trays away and leave this forsaken place.

He knew he'd have to come back more often than he'd like, not just for himself. Adam had wolfed down the meal just as expected but it'd take more than one meal to get him to a healthy weight. Ronan didn't work well with anyone, but he could make sacrifices. His taste buds would be the first to go.

"What'll you do if we don't work well? Whip me into shape?" he teased.