"Grief? Oh, no no no, you misundertand. I'm far less troubled by this scenario than the myriad others I could have found myself in. To be perfectly honest, I'm not that surprised by the situation at all. In fact, I had planned for something similar, but wouldn't you know it, I don't have any of my supplies for just this sort of instance? I was in the middle of something entirely unrelated and made a dreadful miscalculation. I'm on the verge of tears because I'm here and none of my things are. Including my favorite pillow," he grouses, looking at the soda, then Wayne, sighing deeply.

"I could eat, yes," he admits, looking around a moment before leaning in and whispering loudly.

"They don't make you eat strange dishes that squirm around or talk to you or any such nonsense, do they? I've watched far too many science-fiction comedies for it to be a joke at this point."