So, still feeling reasonably bright, he's been looking for a quiet, pleasant room in which to sit and eat his pear. This one's out of the way, quiet, with tables and chairs - so he's cut the pear into thin slivers and is eating them from a bowl, extremely slowly, with chopsticks: none of it is running any risk of getting on him.
His hair is still standing up, very slightly.]
[[OOC: private to firm_detective. And yes, it is the hate room!
Chronology-wise, this takes place the morning after this thread.]]