"It's Greek, actually." This time Eames' smile is sharp, if only because now it's his turn to feel insulted. He'd said once already the food was untouched by magic, but if they chose to interpret him as skirting the truth then so be it.

"You missed the ordering portion of the meeting, but I'm sure if you asked the kitchen they'd be happy to make you something to take home." He reclines in his seat, expression a little softer when he addresses Kenzi directly, "the chef is extremely proud of his moussaka."