[That gets a brief, muffled laugh from him, more a reflex than anything, and for a moment his grip tightens in a relatively gentle squeeze.]

I know that. C'mon, I'm the twig here, if anybody's going to get broken it's me.

[Deliberately missing the point, for now. Ryan lets go then, moves over to take a seat and gestures for Garrus to join him. Under other circumstances, maybe he wouldn't drop it so quickly, but there are more important things-- like the plate Ryan is going to nudge at him if he doesn't pick it back up fast enough.]

Food, then feelings. Otherwise you're just going to end up stressed and running on fumes.