[ Luckily (or unluckily?), it's about that time Nelson finally reappears from the kitchen, taking a couple of trips out instead of trying to juggle several plates. He weaves out and sets Maskin and Bradbury's plates and their salad dishes on the table by the couch before he goes back in to get his own food. He's particularly smug about getting it all done since he assumes they were both waiting for him to fall asleep in there or something. ]

Sorry that took so long, gentlemen. Everything should be ready now; can I get either of you any wine? [ After he puts down his own food he's already gone to pour himself a glass, although it's not a big one. He glances at them, wondering if he'd missed anything interesting after he'd had to break from eavesdropping their conversation. He looks at Bradbury in particular a little sadly before sitting down. ] There's two kinds of meat. You can help yourself. And um, more food in the kitchen if anyone's still hungry... there's plenty...

[ He sips his wine a little idly. ]

I'm not interrupting, I hope?