Yeah, he was eager. And even before now, back when things had been normal he'd been pretty attentive on top of being overly chatty. He couldn't help it, the feeling like he needed to fill the spaces of silence with extra. Or to just remind people he was still there. Whatever. It was what it was.
"It does taste like grass," he admitted a little ruefully. "And most the rest tastes like... more boring hot water. But if it's what you want." Quill would get it for them and not question their obviously wrong judgement (even though it was obviously wrong). "I can do chai. Probably. Yeah. I'll find some." He paused, considering. "And you know. It might be better if you enjoyed the stupidly named fresh air while sitting on your porch?"