[ Barnaby's concern is duly not noted; Amos is just living his life. He does have the wherewithal to nod in thanks to the barman as the stew arrives, picking up his spoon immediately after and digging in. There's a soft noise of bliss as he shoves the first spoonful in his mouth — is it that good because it's still better than what he's used to after most of his life? Because it turns out he really was that hungry? Because it actually is good? All three? — and at first, Amos probably seems like he's spending more energy concentrating on his food than anything Barnaby has to say.

But then he swallows and, while digging his spoon back into the bowl, Amos looks back up at him. ]

Yeah. Forget that sometimes. There were times in Baltimore I'd just be sitting on the docks, staring up at the rockets leaving and wondering what it was like. But then when I actually got up there, wasn't anything special. Kinda boring, really. Which probably meant things were better there.

[ And with that, he shoves another spoonful into his mouth. ]