With the mention of food, his stomach is reminded of just how empty it is, and thoughts of revolution are put on hold, because yes, they should eat. He pushes himself up and out of the bed, still looking a bit of a mess, but at least a well-rested mess.

"Great idea!" he grins before setting himself down in front of the table, picking over what he'd brought back.

"Mm, in my room, yeah," he adds, about the clothing. He has been wearing it for over a day, and slept in it, so he's probably in sore need of something clean.

"I can go wash up, after we eat."