Joel, for his part, also has a bit of trouble - he's decidedly not lanky, that's mostly why. But he manages to crawl inside, grabbing a bottle of beer and cracking it open.

"Yeah, it's a pastry. Here." He grabs a box and offers it to him. Food is food. He might get sick later, but so does Joel for a couple days every time he gets back from an arena. It's an adjustment.