[ Damian likes those empty places the best right now. Normally he pays no mind to crowds, couldn't care less, but he's weary and annoyed with constantly staying on his guard, alert, untrusting of his surroundings, and crowds only aggravate his nerves further.

There is a lot of food, though. Almost makes it worth it. ]

Nothing fried, nothing sweet, no meat.

[ Listed off, automatically. Damian actually has come to enjoy fried and sweet things, but that must be kept off the radar. Drake wouldn't shut up about it if he found out about his occasional junk food indulgence. He scrutinizes the offerings, lips pursing in consideration. ]

I may make an exception for those fried plantains.

[ Twice-fried plantains. Amazing.

He almost - almost - corrects Diarmuid, then, eyes rising heavenward, decides it's best to leave it be. ]

I hear large families can be troublesome. Plenty of bickering.