He filled the cups from the tap and then returned to the table, setting the drink down in front of Laila. He dumped himself down on the chair with a satisfied sigh. "Bon appétit," he said with a chuckle. He was just about to start eating, fork in the air, when Laila asked. He laughed a little. "One of my old friends was trying to start a political movement, or something," he said. "So I did a mark for him. It was just a plain circle over his chest. People kept on coming to me for the tattoo, so I kept doing them. The movement fizzled out, but people already knew I was doing marks, so..." He shrugged.