[Oh, four bowls for our four guys!! That's so nice. Richie grins over his shoulder at the gesture, but refocuses on bread boy.]

Ah, upstairs folk. I see. We've heard all kinds of crazy rumours about the man in charge. Guess no matter how out of this world he may be, he still eats fish and bread. Same as anyone else.

You don't have to run a hard track to get it up to him, do you? The way in was a bit inhospitable. I'm hoping for smooth sailing on our way up, but something tells me that ain't so...

[Look, maybe they're mute. Maybe their tongues have been cut out. But they're clever and they're listening, and they can catch a drift. This place doesn't seem like it'd breed a good deal of loyalty on the lowest rungs of the ladder. Could use that to their advantage, maybe get pointers about a less treacherous route inwards and upwards.

Or they could point them to a pit full of spikes. Equally possible.]