Yes, finally some good food. Reigen has been waiting to exist without stress for days, and since no one he knows died, he figures now he can manage to do that.

He hears Evie's comment on the whiskey, and has to hold back from laughing at her adverse reaction. "Here, trade?" Reigen offers Evie one of the berry drinks with some amused sympathy.

Given he has all the alcohol tolerance of a wet paper towel, it's best Reigen doesn't have any whiskey either. Maybe he'll pawn off Evie's untouched cup to someone who looks intoxicated enough.