Dinjo looks around the living room when he was taken there. Watching the older guy...Matthew's father...return with a tray that had various things on it. He looks at the guy. Was he really asking him what HE wanted? That had never happened before. Was he in some sort of surreal reality show or something? He looks at Matthew. Watching the guy make the coffee. It had a strange smell to it. He blinks and looks at Matthew. "Me? You are asking me?" he says in a quizzical way. "Um...I...dunno. No ones ever asked me that kind of thing before." he blinks. "Guest?" he echoes just as quizzically. Taking one of the cups and takes a sip of it. "YIPE! Hot!" he cries out. Staring at the coffee in confusion. "Hmm...this is another thing of this era I have no idea about." he mutters almost too soft to be heard unless you were next to him. Like Matthew was.