[Nero looks up from his dismal meal when he hears the click of a plate in front of him. The smell that hits his nostrils is mouth watering to say the least. He follows the source of that plate upwards, meeting Pyrrha's gaze when she speaks.]

Well. [He shifts in his seat, adjusting his sling and looks to be his usual sardonic self.]

I guess it wouldn't do to just let it go to waste. [Nero actually smirks. Then, in one deft motion he flicks his fork back over his shoulder hard enough for the piece of chicken to fly off and smack into the lid of the garbage can. The lid spins intensely for a moment before coming to a slow, rocking stop with the piece of chicken sliding off into the bin soon after.

Then, without any warning, he takes that same fork and skewers that delicious looking piece of fish with it to chow down.]