Morningside
Oh right, they have that fancy tech-telepathy option. Magtok had completely forgotten all about that in his furniture-induced panic. Of course, even if he knew that he could ask Missy, he probably wouldn't have done so anyway.
"She thinks you're pulling a Prodigal Son. Fudge."
Back in reality, Magtok is about to consult Missy on what sort of things her family probably would have stocked in the fridge, before deciding against that. Honestly, that would just be the stupidest of ideas. If he can't even ask for a drink without secretly asking someone to hold his hand through it, there must be something terribly wrong with him.
"I'll just have water, I guess."