You're no waste, Royce. It would be an honor to give you nice things. Here.

[He pulls away (a little reluctantly, it must be said), and grabs his bag by the strap, dragging it over. He pulls out a can of soda.]

I found this, ages ago. Haven't opened it because I'm not sure how to.

[It's a pop and pull tab, like any can of soda, but it's not something he's familiar with.]

Don't know what it is. Haven't got a clue what it tastes like. It could be fucking awful. Do you wanna give it a go?