[Oh, hey, it's actual food. It smells... Well, Javert's nose twitches like a bull mastiff's as he attempts to discern how he feels about his plate. For now, he does not touch it, instead shooting the waitress's retreating back a tilted-brow glance. Degenerate!

Once the waitress is completely out of earshot again, he bends over the table with a serious, thoughtful look to Majima.]

You got how to use it, your Tim knows how to build it. I saw what must go in for a disguise to pop out. Cooking up lifelike skins does not come without cost.

[Emphasis absolutely intentional.]