Rex, himself, was somewhat tipsy-- just enough to feel warm, a little loose, but not enough to lose control over himself. Now that he'd had a few drinks, he wandered back to the lounge to seek out some more free food. If there were any peanuts left, they were going to be wrapped up and shoved in his pocket for later snackage. He moved over to the peanut bowls, frowning when he found them empty. Damn. Rex grabbed a handful of pretzels and started away, then spotted Martha with practically an entire pizza. He stared at her for a moment, then... Well, what the hell.

"You're not going to eat all of that yourself, are you?"