The subject change is taken gratefully.

And with an air of obvious bafflement, the way they eye him.

I can't drink it normally. I can take the liquid in, but I can't taste it. They pat the cushion covering the general area of where a bug would have a stomach. Which is the point of tea? Or so they thought. Lemm seems to be implicitly offering it.

...They have told him they don't eat before now, haven't they?