Yes, I get enough to eat. I don't really care about the taste, so long as it's not filled with things that mess up my head or my body. [Wine and sweets were the biggest offenders, so tempting one could hardly resist. Armin is fine with bland, strange food. Better than days-old bread soaked in water any day. Still, how typical of Eggsy to be concerned.]

Harry's here?! [Armin is so overwhelmed by the news he slaps a hand over his mouth. This gives Liza enough room to wiggle free, which she promptly does, sniffing around the room. Armin's eyes fill with tears.] I'm so glad, Eggsy... I know how much it hurt losing him... I'm so glad you've been given more time... he - he wasn't, and you wouldn't have wanted him there, no matter how you miss him. We were happy, though. Happiest I've ever been, in a lot of ways.