"Do you see any around? No." Okay, so it made sense that they might keep stimulants off the menu. No coffee, no tea. No weird-ass herbal tea that supposedly centered the mind but mostly induced diarrhea. The latter was what told him no-one he knew had sent him here. Not that any of them would spend this kind of cash on him anyways, but if they were going to, it would be someplace with that kind of tea. And yoga lessons before breakfast.

Yeah, there was syrup on everything. The kid was watching him like he'd never seen a trucker take on a blue-plate special. He took several large bites of bacon and toast, washing them down with orange juice before prying his attention from the food. Clearly, small talk was warranted. "Been here long?"