"Naaah," Strange responds, with a shake of his head. "I'm hungry, not thirsty." And wow is he hungry. Did Lambert have food here? Was there something he could eat? He wanted corn chips, he really wanted corn chips, they had those occasionally in the dining hall, something called Fritos and Strange feels he could devour an entire bag of those right now.

While Lambert thinks that they shouldn't dwell on it, Strange does dwell on it a moment. Why was Lambert asking these questions? It was obviously personal...ah. Strange has an idea. "You know that we're dear friends," Strange remarks, looking up at Lambert. "If you like men, then I'll tease you and try to set you up with a potential someone just as I would if you like women. You've stuck by me through all of this," said with a vague hand gesture, "I wouldn't abandon you that easily."

That moment of insight is ruined seconds later as Strange, in an attempt to sit up, straight up falls off the couch onto the floor with a thud. He can't help but bust into another fit of giggles.