Someone, at some point, needed to let Llewellyn know that the soda no longer contained cocaine. He had been avoiding the stuff since arrival. In his own world, Dr. Ogden had been cautioning those around the station against drinking too much of it, thus the detective had thought better of it himself.

At the moment, he just eyed the beverage curiously before finishing off his handful of popcorn and trying to work out just what he was supposed to call this man of many names. Admittedly, Gigantor seemed fitting considering his height. “That’s uh— a lot of names you’ve collected, Mr. Dresden.” Llewellyn tended to go with the safest bet until he figured out what the societal norms of another world was, follow the rules of his own. Usually someone corrected him, and he adjusted accordingly.

“Oh— those look good, thank you.” He added a moment later, quick to accept a handful of the candied walnuts for himself. Yes, Harry was going to have a hard time getting rid of Llewellyn now. Like a stray animal, you feed them and they keep coming back.