"Weeee're gonna need to have a conversation about your home universe and how it differs from what's normal here," he is having so many Second Thoughts and Concerns simultaneously that he is not able to prosecute any single sentence to completion inside his mind. "Either way, I brought you a meal. You seemed to like the last thing that was, the sort of thing I'd imagine might be more specific to our universe, so I tried some more of that, but there's also a dessert of ordinary fruit in case neither of the first two dishes work."
