[Gulliver blinks a few times, then nods. Strange to think he's the one holding them back.] A pile might be for the best, thank you. I'm rather a slow and steady sort of fellow...

[There is something strange about this boy, and not just the elevated level of energy. He can't quite put his finger on it, but it's there all the same. If only they were off this ship, then he might be able to read his humoural signature. With a sigh, he picks up another dish and begins to dry it.]

What does- What does your sister like to eat? [He ought to try to make conversation. If nothing else, this would be a good way to practice.]