[ Strange also really wouldn't like to be assigned a vegetable. But here we go, it's not like he can say no to this. That bartender-android is the only thing here providing him with alcohol, dubious as it is, and Strange would very much like to get drunk. This world is new and confusing and cars are horrid and he wants to drink an entire bottle of port.

So as Eddie assigns him celery, Strange shrugs in response, ]

Honestly, vegetables are something I do not have strong opinions on. Celery it is.

[ The bartender-robot nods, pleased with the answer. And before it can ask them another ice breaker, Strange barrels on with, ]

You know, I think both of us would like a cocktail. There was some odd blue thing I saw someone else drinking. Perhaps two of those?

[ Distract the robot before they both get roped into icebreakers that might be a smidge more embarrassing—at least, Strange thinks this is a fine idea. ]