From the end...

[the_valeyard]

The Valeyard sits quietly in the empty space at a table, his gloved hands folded neatly in his lap. This space has been abandoned for quite some time, he presumes, and perhaps a little appearance might liven up the place.

"Tell me," he murmurs in his soft baritone, "What do you most regret?'

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[creag_an_tuire]

The question takes Jamie a little by surprise, but he smiles nonetheless. "Well, right now I regret not having a bigger breakfast." As if to emphasize the point, his tummy growls.

[the_valeyard]

"I think you and I may have the same regrets in that regard," replies the Valeyard with an upwards quirk of his lips. "One should never forget breakfast, nor the consummation of an adequate meal."

[creag_an_tuire]

Jamie decides that means this man is also hungry (honestly, why can nobody just say what they mean?) and so he begins looking around. "Do ye think there's one of those food machines around here anywhere?"

[the_valeyard]

"I think this is a place where if you needed something it'd show up after you were looking for it for a little."

The Valeyard settles back into his chair and watches Jamie look about for a vending machine. He's in no hurry.