[So many strange questions. Why would he have to wear Beat's clothes? Where is he taking this salad? Surely it can be disposed of somehow, or are they the ones responsible for that? He should focus on one thing at a time.]

That will not be necessary, I trust.

[Offering a slightly confused smile, Hythlodaeus stands, observing his new friend in all his jiggly glory. At least he had the great fortune of meeting someone so generous.]

I will be happy to sort my own affairs to the best of my abilities. I needs only be provided with the bare necessities, honestly. I have surely stolen much of your time with my hapless antics.

[He sounds exasperated with himself. He'll make it up to you, Beat, he promises. Somehow.]