"This is the best thing I've ever tasted. How is this - what kind of -"

Wait, talking meant he couldn't drink it, so he stopped talking for a moment so he could take another sip. Rather than gulping it down, he took a moment to savor it, closing his eyes and just focusing on the taste, before the faucet flipped back on and the questions started again.

"What kind of plant? How is it made?"

Wait, there was food. He hadn't even tried the food yet. Maybe it was just as good.

He grabbed one of the cookies from the plate, bit into it, chewed, and then looked like he was having some kind of religious awakening.

"What is this -" he sound around a full month. "Oh, Oh my - is all the food here like this?"

Please tell him it's all like this. Please tell him there's lots of it.