Pidge tilted her head at that. Help with food? Boy, was he asking the wrong person. But then he went on to elaborate, and Pidge smiled. "I was about to tell you that I'm the last person you'd want food help from, so I'm glad you clarified," she said, not even the slightest bit embarrassed to admit such a thing. "The ordering?" What did that mean? Again, he went on to explain, and she felt a bit silly for not waiting. "Oh. Yea, I'm human." And this probably wasn't even the oddest conversation she'd had this year. She was a little curious about what he was, now that he'd said something, though for the moment she's going to resist the urge to ask. "What do you normally eat?" That's a safer topic, right?

She fought the urge to frown as he hid behind the menu, but she really can't complain too much because either way, the meal was going to be free. "Have you eaten a lot of things?" It would be easier to come up with a list of suggestions if he had some kind of vague idea of what he liked.