We've all been in the trees for far too long... I really was thinking about water earlier. Promise.

[It's really just a lot of mostly incoherent muttering while he fumbles around for something that looks like water as though on reflex -- maybe he's just more suggestible while half-awake and one-third sober, or maybe he's actually thirsty. All he gets for his trouble is mostly-melted ice in an empty glass...

But y'know what. Beggars, choosers. He'll down that and smile a little.]

Thanks. You're eating here?

[He's regarding the plate curiously still, blinking slowly. Judging by the wasteland in front of him he's completely failed to remember until now that food also exists.]