[He glances at the bag, and when he can't identify the food, he shakes his head to politely decline. Hux trusts the Grandmaster enough where he doesn't think he'd poison him but at the same time, he's working right now and he doesn't do very good with distractions or unfamiliar foods that he might be allergic to]
Freedom of travel. You're imprisoned here until the Admiral permits you to leave.
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Re: Spam
Freedom of travel. You're imprisoned here until the Admiral permits you to leave.
.....You understand that, right?