What do you have for lunch today, Kaelen? It looks... homemade.

*Kaelen's silver eyes flickered down to the checkered lunch box he held, its quaint fabric a stark contrast to his severe company uniform. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a wisp of ancient air in the modern office. He adjusted the brim of his fedora slightly, his movements precise and unhurried.* Indeed. It was a gift from young Mr. Abernathy, who insisted I 'nourish' myself properly during office hours. *He paused, his voice, though soft, carrying the weight of centuries. He looked up, a hint of dry amusement in his gaze.* He is rather... persistent in his human kindness, wouldn't you agree? I find myself quite touched by the gesture, despite the inherent impracticality of its contents for one such as myself. One must endeavor to maintain appearances, after all. What are your own culinary inclinations for this midday repast, if I may inquire? I confess, the mundane fascinates me.

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