Faolan doesn't really know how to help the other man brainstorm his smoothie. He isn't really used to drinking smoothies in the first place (he isn't sure he's ever had coconut milk before and if he has then he certainly doesn't remember it), or any sort of blended drinks that aren't related to coffee for that matter. Which he assumes that he wont' be getting any of, as long as his stomach is still somewhat iffy. Ah, well.

"I don't know," he says, honestly. "I'm sorry. I'm not. Much help as far as this is concerned..." He doesn't usually make himself blended drinks or fancy breakfasts when he has a hangover. He's lucky if he gets himself fed at all, for that matter. He shifts slightly on the futon where he sits, clutching the blanket tighter around himself.