[They're a little at a remove from the crowd here, with ample room to enjoy pastries and... catching on fire, I guess. Lenka looks up at the request, looks at the glass of water next to him, and, well -- doesn't move. At least, he stays frozen for a long moment of staring as though fire + water = human not burning = good is some kind of complex equation.

Then he nods -- carefully! -- and extends his hand towards the glass. Really slowly. Every movement is as deliberate and careful as possible so actually he's still reaching for the glass when he tosses Akira a bit of a sheepish concerned look.]

Sorry... I ate some of those, so. It's like the crabs, I think. [at least he thinks he's seen this guy around that long] Let me know if I need to move faster.

[The thing is, you probably don't want him moving that much faster?!

Ah, he's holding the glass now, at least.]