Grif considers this with great seriousness. Wisdom. Shit. Maybe once he would've really gunned to throw Drift for a loop, but now? He doesn't actually want to. The guy hasn't done anything to him. Also, he's gigantic. It's probably a bad idea anyway.

"...All my good advice is about food, honesty," Grif says. "What do you even eat?"

Robots, amirite?