"Then we'll pass through. One more night with a bed between here and there is not going to get complaint from me." Goodnight ate one of the pastries that had been sent up - those would keep alright for a day or so, he'd probably wrap them up and tuck them away in the saddle bag he kept on the front by his knee. Easy reach for snacking. Then he went after the fruit; no sense in leaving any of that behind.