He does have some of his faerie ale with him in a small container. He had left the bulk of it at home. He just hasn't had the real decision nor reason to use it just yet.

"For the most part," or so he figures. Tyki wasn't one to methodically break down his power or how his body worked. He wanted to breathe so he did. He plucks out a potato crisp out of the bag and wags it around in the air, "I could just feed this crisp directly into my stomach with my hands but there is more pleasure in eating it the normal way. Taste is often taken for granted." And being of nobility, he does have a rather refined palate. That being said, he could easily shove something hazardous into someone else's stomach as well. "In my world, I can manipulate just about anything with my power." The Ringmaster's Realm was another thing all together.