"Oh- No, perfectly fine." Artemy says, he's imagining it, and trying to think of how it would be suitable as a meal. There must be something to it, "Well, let everyone else pick out what they'd like on top. I'm not a picky eater."

He says it like it's a verdict, and like he won't be persuaded otherwise. Artemy wonders why this is traditional after a move as the sign seemed to indicate.

"Do you have directions to your new lodgings? I can meet you there."