[Yeeeeeah, he's just going to not-so-delicately push the cutlet off his poor, abused fruit. He's not exactly against meat, but seeing this much of it everywhere is rather overwhelming. Everything in moderation.]

I'm good, thanks. But if you keep eating like that while you drink, you won't be for long. You're already talking like a drunk.

[At least, he hopes that's the booze talking. He doesn't know how much she had before the one sip he saw, so he's just going to reach for her drink and see if he can inch it away from her.]