[Hey, if the fountain-loitering shoe fits. It is surprising that only a few hours is long enough to produce that level of being hungry, but when you want to eat you want to eat. And if Allen was in ViViD, which it sounds like, he was right not to trust anything they were offering.]

Most of them probably were inedible, so... [He would feel bad about leaving him to starve to death, lost on the street, honestly. So Fay fishes a snack-sized pack of cookies out of his jacket, holding them out to Allen. He can go without a tiny snack, and Allen seems like he needs it way more.]

Maybe this will help for now? And luckily, we aren't too far from the residential district, so I don't mind showing you where to go, if you need it?