Silver responds a half-hour later with an apology (no phones on the line, he'd just dealt with a rush) and a promise to be there in under another half-hour, if Benedict is still up for it.

In truth, Silver doesn't think much of it. Maybe it's because his mind is still in work mode since he's coming straight from the Admiral Benbow, save for a short detour to try to shower off kitchen grease.

The doorman knows to just let him in now--even lets him in since he has his arms full of the food he'd bought prior for Tuesday's meals, though he still needs to go back for some more.

"I'm later than I'd like," he apologizes, immediately beginning to set stuff down and set things up. "Anything in particular you're in the mood for?"