"An army marches on its stomach. Good to meet a man who knows that."

Cid nods his approval at that. He could appreciate a man who took pride in his work.

"And I am, aye," he nods confirmation of the dwarf's suspicions. "That obvious, eh? Do I smell for than these other sods, then? I'll remember to bathe." The smirk that accompanied the comment made it clear he was joking. Mostly.