Guts is noticing this guy looking as confused as he was. Maybe he senses the simpatico between them when they brush shoulders.

He can recognize the pasta, but what the fuck is a tomato? He's still pissed that these fools won't let him have his dagger to eat with. He at least manages to find soup with available spoon this time around. Now he doesn't have to rip apart a meat slab with his teeth like an animal.

At the drink station, he stands in similarly stoic silence while perusing the options. He can't really gesture at the drinks because his only hand is carrying the tray. Guess he'll have to use his words.

"The coffee is bitter, but it isn't bad."