Lynx hadn't even noticed the starings and eyeing ups he was getting from the crew members. He was so focused on getting to the table without falling and losing his food. He looks at him and smiles. Giggling a bit as his hair is rustled. It would be moist yet soft as silk. He looks at him and picks up the fork. "What is this whatcha-ma-callit called?" he asks. Looking at him like the dude held all the answers to the mysteries of the two leggers. Which since he was the first two legger he had met who was constantly drunk...he was. He looks at him. "Sparrow be me friend. But he be too drunk a lot of the time to be any help." he says honestly. "So ye know more than Sparrow be knowing. Since ye ain't drunk."