[His expression pulls into something slightly pained, though it has nothing to do with his head.]

Uh- well... Yup. That would describe this on almost exactly, despite the phrasing they used when hiring me.

[Llewellyn’s mood bounces back fairly quickly, though. A curious bite of a dumpling revealing that it was actually pretty good, and just what he needed to push the less than ideal state of his cases out of his mind for a moment.

The magic of food, it seemed.]

Mm... These are actually not bad.

[His brow raised with a slightly thoughtful ark,]

That you are, or at least your hours are.