They were withdrawing to another room – which, therefore, in a more dignified sort of house would be called the w'drawing room – but here it was a workshop, the floor slick with wood-dust and shavings from a lathe, and a-crackle with failures from the glass-blowing bench, and cluttered with various hand-tools that they'd used to construct everything else. Isaac said nothing, only gazed at Daniel, all patient expectation. 'From time to time – perhaps once a day – I prevail upon you to eat something,' Daniel pointed out. 'Does this mean I believe God put you here to stuff food into your mouth? Of course not. But in order for you to accomplish the work that you, and I, believe God shaped you for, you must put food into your body.'