[On one hand, it already sounded like a lot of food to him. On the other? He's a teenager, which are notorious for having bottomless stomachs, in a home of other (presumably) teenagers. More food wouldn't be a bad idea, actually. Plus, meta text was correct: this was absolutely the good smell zone. Sometimes he really, really resents the fact that his nose is sharper than any human's, but right now? Oh, this is the smell of comfort.]

Uh. [He holds his glass lamely, unsure.] Do you need...help?

[Like, he should probably offer, right? He can't really cook, but he can follow instructions. It's the polite thing to do, after dropping in unexpectedly.]

Oh, before I forget -- [Something that actually takes precedence over Alcohol Quest.] You guys have an upgraded food replicator, right? There's something mine can't make, so I wondered if I could check yours. I might have to borrow a spare kabocha, if it works.