[ for a second—maybe two seconds, or even three, actually—Del lifts his head and looks Roche right in the face. his expression speaks louder than any amount of words could: what is wrong with you and why would you eat that.

or maybe just: that's nasty.

doubtless the mental image in his head is nothing compared to a real malboro, cooked or otherwise, but either version absolutely rankle his appetite. good thing he already stuffed his gullet full of meat pies before he got to the table!

it's while his gaze is still fixed on Roche's that the card slips free, which is kinda unintentionally badass, especially with that wobble. once it's loose, Del turns it between his fingers to read the question, brow furrowing. ]

"Family, or friends"? What kind of stupid question is that?

[ before recent events, he would've said "family," hands down, the end, no question, no contest, but—well. it's still going to be his answer, but it makes him feel kind of... weird. the way things have been going, the subtle shift in dynamics between himself and everyone else, it really gets him thinking, for a minute... or it would if he didn't give his head a shake as if to clear away the overthink-y thoughts. Del lays that card down with the rest of the ones he's drawn. ]

Family, obviously. Can't choose 'em. They're all you've got when it comes right down to it.