Bumblebee half listened, much too intrigued by his current new surroundings. "Right, dinner, yes." Sometimes he reacted to the stares by smiling or waving or showing them his most recent find with extreme enthusiasm.
"This pizza, I've seen Sam eat it often. But if he prefers the strips of chicken and French Fries, then I would like to try that!" Bee caught sight of some honey, and, oddly enough, grabbed it, asking, "Oh, and might we get this as well? Please?" He held it out with both arms, smiling and eyes holding the question.