"I'd have to assume that," Leto says, with a tinge of dryness that isn't unfriendly, "There's not much in the way of habitation out this way."

"This is Oscar Pine, sir." Paul slips into the conversation with the smoothness of rehearsal. "He's a friend of mine. I thought we might be able to invite him to eat with us."

"A friend of yours." Still without ire, but not without raised eyebrows, Leto takes a seat on the log perpendicular to the one Paul is sitting on. "I suppose you'll have an explanation for that. Well - do you eat fish, Oscar Pine?"