"Oh, dude, food here's pretty bomb actually," he replies immediately, as if he hasn't noticed the look that the guy is giving his shirt. Look, it was suggested by someone else, and no store is selling Claypool Lennon Delirium merch (yet).

Wayne pulls the phone he'd been issued out of a pocket and pokes at it briefly, pulling up a note that he's made up listing the best places in order by favorites. This list has the majority of the eateries on it, including one of the other passengers that managed to steal deep frying equipment, as well as acquiring a supply of things to fry.

"It's all pretty easy to find, just follow the signs." He nods in the direction of one of the elevators, nonverbally offering to accompany Gil to where the good stuff is at the buffet. "Last time I looked there was burgers and like everything you wanna put on 'em but that's probably gonna get changed out when they decide it's close enough to evening. There's also crab. Seems like there's always crab."