"Yeah? Where? -- Oh," he says, realizing Phil didn't say that part out loud, and holds onto his knee tighter for balance as he listens.

It's a little tricky. He keeps getting distracted: first by the melodic ebb and flow that buffets Phil's words, then by the talons, because bless Radar's heart but he was far too drunk to notice them before. It's not a big deal -- he's met Cerrit already! Phil must be kinda like him! -- but he struggles not to go a bit cross-eyed as he focuses on them.

"Got it. Food'n water," he echoes. "...But I did eat a bunch. The food's real, real, real good. Hey, y'should have some if you haven't already!"