"He comes by it honestly," observes Sati. "Although his father at least has the decency to be able to eat at any hour of the day or night, once he remembers."

Gordon rolls his eyes, but it's hard to argue with the truth. At least the rats bring the stuff quickly; Gordon pushes one of the plates across the table towards his son. "I know they're not much, but they remind me of where I did some of my studies before Black Mesa," he says. "Always was fond of this kind of thing."