When Nate had first arrived, the smell of booze had wafted in with him and continued to cling to him - through his breath, through his clothes. There was no denying that he had been drinking and continued to drink even now - the jar of moonshine his brother had distilled firm in his hand. He really wasn't hungry. He hadn't really been hungry since Bode had been taken him but he had been thirsty. Despite his grudgingly stubborn rejection of food, his Bunny had made sure to cajole him to eat. It were times like these when he was sure she had picked the shortest straw.
Whit abit efter thocht? we gang in an' gie them 'en th' capitol will come an' they will brin' th' cats. retaliation will be swift an' complete.
He has settled down at the bend, arms helping prop him up. His mind his still limber, despite the amounts of alcohol he has consumed. It's a shame because it might have been more limber but he is set on participation, set on coming up with something or helping in some way.
Instead of taking the broth and noodles that have been offered he gives Adelaide an apologetic turn of his eyebrows and pushes the fragrant dish away from his drunk sensitive nose. The sip of moonshine he takes his all the dinner he needs...if he takes in anything else, he's sure it will just end up on the ground or the floor anyway.