With that decided, Cal briefly turned away. He came back with a plate generously loaded with food. Dry rub nerf provided the smoky and crunchy. There was also some sort of greens and a mashed root vegetable, blue butter melting atop it. All Noventa grown, of course.
Cal shrugged, beginning to wipe down the counter. "It's been good. Been seeing a lot of new faces lately, which is always a pleasure, if you ask me." He nodded both to Farcas and to Tew, still sitting nearby. "How about yourself? Been finding a good match for what you can do?" Cal chuckled. "Used to be, Noventa didn't have much call for programmers, just farmers, miners, and nerf herders. Times change."