Griffie is checking on the Winterbite Mint, harvesting shears out.
Arithnu sends "I'll head right there once my food is ready."
Griffith is not familiar with texting norms and thus does not reply to this.
Arithnu approaches the outside of Griffie's enclosure, a chair moving by itself on wheels to follow him. He is holding a lightweight bowl with visible steam filled mostly with what could be called 'cooked greens' if they weren't black, and occasionally using a fork, itself made out of a substance with an unusual resemblance to the bowl, to grab a small piece of greyish meat or a cube of some starchy vegetable, sometimes disrupting the colorful lines of sauces across the top in the process.
Griffie waves and waits for Arithnu to get closer to the quarantine enclosure.