Ghoul doesn't turn back around or say anything, but he does flap his hand oddly behind himself at Daryl as he moves away. Sort of a way of saying what the fuck ever.

It's not like he's honor bound to bring him back anything. But, at some point after raiding the food options, he realizes he's stuck carrying around a plate with a few varieties of tiny sandwiches he's decided he doesn't like all that much. And since he's wandering along the length of the train again anyway, he might as well set the plate down where Daryl will either eventually see it or smell it. He doesn't announce his presence or draw attention, just plants it and leaves again before he's spotted.

There is, however, no beer in sight, because Ghoul believes that to be way too much of a housewife-level request. Fuck that.