"O... kay," Fern says, figuring it might be a better idea to just go with it. From the tone of his voice it doesn't sound like he's from Ooo, anyways, so at least there's that. It sucks, but what is he going to do? No one who shows up is ever from home, and he's just got to deal with it.

His attention is dragged back down to his drink as the eyeball drops into - what is this, even? Mystery liquid? - and then floats back up, staring at him. "Uh," he starts, staring down at his cup. "Dude, I'm not drinking this."