Cheerfully, "Oh, well, that works out well, then."

Alistair adds a bit of cheese to the bread. Takes a bite. Leans back to regard the ceiling again. Another draft circles through the room, rustling the papers on Cullen's desk -- but he swears he can hear something else rustling, too, dammit. And those faint lights near the ceiling...

His chewing slows, then stops. After he swallows down the bite of food, Alistair says, "I think you have a hole in your roof."

Yeah, he's pretty sure those faint lights are stars.