"Yeah, but whatever works, works," he says with a shrug and takes a big bite of konjac. While chewing, he keeps an eye on Trip, making sure he manages to get something eaten despite his chopstick troubles.

Oh, Trip thought of something? That's nice.

Seeing him dig through his backbag reminds Gold of something, and he sets his own food down and searches through his backbag. He pulls out a bottle of milk (magically fresh and perfectly edible thanks to game mechanics) and pops it open, taking a swig. Ahh, after salty food he needed some of that.