Well that's quite the smile. Ephemera cants his eyebrow, giving Drake a curious look, but moves closer. It looks shockingly like the Chinese takeout he used to get after training missions back in the day. It also looks like it took a long time to cook.

Ephemera whistles, reaching over to snag some with a fork. "Holy shit. That's amazing."

It's good and greasy, and spicy enough to make his eyes water. God, it's been a long time since he's had genuinely good food.

Also, Drake's dressed up.

Ephemera blinks. "Special occasion?"

He feels a little underdressed, still half in his armor.

"You look nice," he adds after a moment, because Drake does.