The truth is, the thought of putting anything in his mouth has his stomach twisting, but he doesn't know if it's nervousness or nausea. All he can think of is uncanny cartoon pigs and ashes in his mouth.

Which is why he responds to that very simple question with borderline frazzled uncertainty.

"Oh. Yeah, water, that's-- yeah, water'd be good. Please. Thanks." Jeff scrubs a hand through his hair and looks around nervously. "You don't think there's anything off with the food, right?"