[ The lack of liquor is, absolutely, an affront. Anders could even forgive the tasteless gruel, if he could only have a drink to go with it. (And maybe he could sleep, then, too - but that might be wishful thinking, beyond the realm of even some alcohol's ability to remedy.)

He looks about as enthusiastic as he slumps over his own plate, before offering his spoonful up to the small, orange tabby cat lounging draped over his shoulders. At least Ser Pounce-a-Lot seems enthusiastic about the meal, eating the offering without complaint.

Anders looks up with an exhausted yet amused scoff, at that oddly optimistic question. (Well. What he'd consider optimistic, in this situation.) ]

Oh, no. I'm sure this is considered a delicacy, here. As bland and dreary as the decor is, can you imagine they're any more creative with their food?