Honestly, picking the wrong person to ask is probably the theme of the hour. He's tried talking to some locals, but the ones who haven't just politely avoided his gaze are already weirded out by the ears and he personally thinks that's racist. Thankfully, someone here has decided to find some fucking chill, and he'll take that and run with it.

He grins lazily at this confused weirdo, thinking he can probably work with this. "I mean, they are called food places? The question is what they consider food, like. If these things are right in a month or two we're all gonna be trying to eat them instead of whatever they're serving, so maybe their idea of food is more cannibal-y."

Great. That's gonna do well in making this guy not freak out. But this is how he's getting out his nerves about the situation. "You see anyplace that serves burgers made out of cows, assuming cows exist? I'd even take a veggie at this point if it tastes decent, I just don't wanna be that guy who finds a finger in his fantasy frostee, you feel?"