Gus looked at the man in concern. "You are not eating?" He shook his head. "Well, how about I pack it and you take it with you? Perhaps the smells in this place make you not well, it happens to a lot. Perhaps that is a reason I find myself eating alone so much, I have lived with it so much I do not even notice it." He stood and turned away to get a little box to put the food in so that it wouldn't get mixed up.