The shithead doesn't even bother to offer me a drink. But that's fine with me. Suits me perfectly if he thinks I'm not enough of a competition to acknowledge my presence at the table.
Too bad I didn't get Marigays question. "All my life"-what? But hey, you certainly can't blame his grandfather for not saying a nice word to him. I wouldn't have either.
So, he lived on this island all his life? Or tried to get rid of his grandfather all his life? Or did he just say that he was always such a haughty asshole? Whatever, first things first and now it's time to eat. I wolf down a bowl of soup, help myself to another and wait for them to pick up their conversation.