( after waking up and ensuring that, yes, venom is right where he's supposed to be, eddie does his best to take in his surroundings before aurora shows up. venom wants to eat her holographic head, eddie assures him that this is probably a bad, bad idea, and the two of them manage to make it through a conversation with minimal threats, acts of violence, and/or bodily harm.

what aurora says isn't, like, particularly helpful, but it's better than nothing.

plus, they're apparently being set free soon after, which is rare. normally when eddie gets captured, he has to break free. the fact that the door is swinging open, all inviting, feels a bit like a trap... but curiosity wins out over skepticism, and they head for the lobby, drawn in by the smells of breakfast. )

So, what are you? ( sorry, random civilian. eddie's assuming you're in on all this somehow. ) CIA? FBI? LMNOP?

( weird set-up for a government agency, but whatever. he hands over a cup of tea, suspicious, but not suspicious enough to not offer a stranger a drink. )

Sugar?

( somehow, they managed to not get themselves roped into playing top chef, but now they're being thrown into the role of a food critic, which might be worse. seeing as how eddie's been living on a steady diet of fast food, microwave dinners, human heads, and hershey bars, he's probably not the best judge when it comes to real meals. )

Yeah, hey, does this tie into the whole saving Earth from imminent destruction thing? Because that seems, you know... kind of important. A little higher on the docket than sampling tuna casserole—

( the robot is jostling him towards the table, rather insistently at that, so it looks like he's not actually going to get a better feel for what the hell is going on here until he plays along. )

Okay, let's... get this over with. ( no offense to the poor chef who's just poured their heart and soul into this meal; eddie just really wants to get to the real problem, the multiverse, the destruction of his planet, all that. )

Judge, that's me. Chef, that's you. Dish is to be determined.

You, uh, wanna walk me through your... process?

( trying a bunch of different food helps, strangely enough. it's nice to have a real meal, or at least a collection of small bites from numerous meals that added up to something real-ish in the end. he's happy. he's content. he's ready to take a nap and investigate this place in earnest afterward.

but, no, this meal has other plans for him. this meal fills him with energy, it makes him feel like he's full of caffeine, or maybe cocaine. eddie and venom can do anything! they can climb up walls! they are stronger than even the strongest human!

so, all of that energy is getting poured into eddie karate chopping the air faster than humanly possible. he looks like a tickle me elmo running at five-times speed, slicing at the air erratically, kicking without warning, doing moves that his body should not be capable of doing. and he looks miserable all the while. anyone who gets near, eddie tries to warn: )

Hey! Just blowing off some steam! You probably don't want to come any closer! Tacos, am I right? I'm a real loose cano— ( meanwhile, venom wants nothing more than to beat someone up right now, so he wheels eddie around to face their challenger. eddie whispers, seemingly to himself: ) No, no, no! We are not doing this! I'm not going to 'finish him'— This is not Street Fighter! ...Wait, that's not even Street Fighter. That's not even the right game!

( and to the person he's violently karate chopping toward: )

Heh. Just the tacos talking.