Foggy Nelson takes his eyes away from Verity's and sees the cake. That's how he knows deep in his gut that everything is going to be okay. He takes up his fork and takes a sip of his macchiato. "...Thanks. Trying." Conscious effort because if he has to be whisked away from his reality at least there's hospitality and good company. The bitter sweet of espresso across his tongue is as real as the both of them. What a trip!

"So Hell's Kitchen isn't so bad then? We didn't get...smashed?" Because that seems like a given. Or something. "Did you relocate because something happened?" Excuse him while he digs into the cake now.