[Hello I have been sick and bedridden this whole week woo.]

Richard accepts the glass and nods in response - perhaps a bit too efficient, really. Though as of yet, the voice hasn't said anything totally horrendous.

He takes a sip and frowns in consideration at it. Pine-y. Interesting.

"Oh!" he reacts to the voice mentioning they're in a dream. It hadn't occurred to him yet. "No, I-- wait, clean?" he asks curiously. He thought cleanliness was pretty common in Manhattan.