"Thank you, Jeeves, that will be all," he says in a pompous twit-y English accent, but he's not making any actual moves to dismiss Jedao. He just finds the right hole for his arm and pulls his shirt on properly. No more hair for Jedao to ogle, not that Eiffel noticed.

He's still a little uneven when he gets to his feet, and he's forgotten to properly lace one shoe, but he's good. "Alright, so. Do we have any real grub yet?"