[No man, woman, bird or crocodile would want to kiss Steven so he wasn't expecting it and, well, he's not even sure what to expect really. It seemed nice though! But he's more used to a peck on each cheek, the way people greet their closer friends, like a... French kiss.

A French kiss?

A French kiss.]

I don't want to get lost in here. [He wants to go explore places with Marc, not on his own, and then not be able to find his way back to his cabin.]

Maybe they'll serve a clear vegetable soup? [Steven sounds a little hopeful, but then he tempers his expectations a little in case he sounds like he's expecting to be fed.] Or, I mean. I'll settle for some chips. Or a pack of nuts... [Bars have peanuts, don't they?]