Max silently digested all the information as Sookie presented it to him, considering his choices. The bar was out since he was alone and driving, and he honestly didn't drink that much.
"That burger sounds really good," he said, "especially if you have French Fries. Can I get a glass of water now and hot tea with the burger? Green, if you have it? It's better for the digestion." He was in his element now, you might even say he was rambling a bit. But Sookie made him feel comfortable, and he was surprisingly talkative with her.
"Cold drinks just clog things up, but hot ones help them flow." He paused for breath. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to go on like that." He blushed slightly. "I get like this when... that is to say when Richard isn't around," he amended his first statement. "My name's Max, by the way, Max Montague. As you can no doubt tell, I don't come from around here. I suspect my midwest twang gives me away, pretty much."