Archie nodded, not pressuring the man. So long as Gold was eating, there was no reason to fight him on the amount. Some people ate fewer, larger meals while others ate a lot of very small meals. (Though if that sandwich was still there tomorrow and Gold hadn't eaten anything else, then he'd bring it up.)

"If you need the lights out, it's not a problem." He gave a wry smile. "The Kindle Henry gave me for Christmas has been getting a workout since coming here." He started mixing wet dog food with dry kibble in one of the two bowls he'd brought to New York, Pongo licking his chops and fidgeting eagerly. "Honestly, I prefer the real thing."