Levi blinks at the response. For a fraction of a second he's stumped. Weren't they just talking about the (human) food? Context, Vena. Follow along! He barely misses a beat before ducking his chin and laughing.

"I meant the food. Where would you like me to put the food?" Since, from the way that guy's practically stalking up behind Vena, he's not going to be available to help take the food where it needs to be.

"Thanks for the invitation, though. I'm on the clock, so I'll have to decline," he adds with a little laugh. As if he would! Levi's not really the sort of guy to join an orgy. Or sleep with strangers.