He shrugs. "Perhaps we're supposed to 'order' it the same way we 'purchase' goods. It's worth a try!"

Otherwise he isn't really sure what the actual point of this place being here is. He feels a little silly ordering from thin air but he hides it well, and once he's done he cants his head as two bottles of cider and two glasses float on over to the table and a shepherd's pie just... appears.

"Oh, that was fast." He prods at the pie with his fork. It's hot at least. Then he shrugs and pours himself some of his cider.