[prompto has a feeling this has nothing to do with juice, and yet--]

There's some OJ in the fridge.

[he intones, pointing at what looks like a fridge on one corner of the kitchen. he's also munching on some granola bars (much better than a can of beans) and his hunger seems insatiable, worryingly so. probably nerves.]

[...which brings his thought process to reconsider what she asked for.]

Oh. You mean like a drink drink. Get slammed drink. Right?

[any bets on whether he's been out drinking ever in his life?]

Dunno if that's a good idea with the whole implant and all...