" ... okay, but I don't know where to start with any of this."

Never mind the fact that there he was, providing commentary, from where he'd stopped, nearby. He'd been on his way back to his own house after a night out, unable to sleep. It wouldn't be the first time he'd dealt with insomnia and it probably wouldn't be the last, and he'd thought, in the absence of something to tinker with, he'd go for a walk. And then there were vegetables.

Long story short, though, please forgive him for standing there, staring. (O_o)