[The bottle in his hand that he had forgotten about was placed back on the table, but only so that he could pour himself a bit out of it after finding a glass. When he had that in his hands, he moved back to sit close to Arthur, as they had ventured back onto more comfortable territory.]
Yeah? And this? All this? Is it real? [He was very sure that it was, but that wasn't the real point of the question.]
Spam!
Yeah? And this? All this? Is it real? [He was very sure that it was, but that wasn't the real point of the question.]