Llewellyn had a tendency to offer up food and meals. It just seemed like the thing to do. Especially for the newer people who were going to need to manage their money and find employment. Silly man had gotten a little too used to how easy going most people he’d met were, really.

He paused with a small, confused tilt of his head at the question. Cole shouldn’t feel bad. A lot of references went over his head, even some that he should know. “Uh… Koolaid… That’s the powder drink stuff, isn’t it?” He was pretty sure he’d seen the kids drinking that sometimes in the last world… Odd, colourful, powdery stuff. He hadn’t cared for it.

“Well, I would say drinking would be like drinking the koolaid? What’s sitting in front of you is food to eat, so a little different, I’d think.” He responded finally, with a gesture at the glass he’d just asked for a refill on, then at the plate in front of him.