[of course he does. Salieri will just...let the silence continue once they get to the kitchen. There's something...almost oddly comfortable about it? A temporary comfort; considering most of their time together is usually filled with snarky comments or bickering, it's...different. A mildly worrying different, admittedly, but he'll let it linger while he gets out the sugar and the milk, as well as two mugs, and starts piling that all on a tray that he retrieves without much thought--clearly he's done this too many times]
Hmm...perhaps something to eat, as well, don't you think? [and without waiting for an answer, he turns to start trying to find some things in the cabinets, pulling out a loaf of bread, some cold cuts, lettuce, sliced cheese, mayonnaise, and a butter knife]
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Hmm...perhaps something to eat, as well, don't you think? [and without waiting for an answer, he turns to start trying to find some things in the cabinets, pulling out a loaf of bread, some cold cuts, lettuce, sliced cheese, mayonnaise, and a butter knife]