"Most are drifting well enough by twenty or tap out around twenty five if they have not yet begun to float. To get there or at least the edges of it- to ask for more and mean it?" He shakes his head, pulling an apple from the bag at his side, cutting it in wedges with the flick of a knife he'd had on his person. The first wedge is offered to Cade without comment, but the implication he ought to take it is there.

"So yes, really."