While Vincent doesn't have a hole in his liver, he does have a mostly-mortal body, and it's a little annoyed that he decided to walk across town in the sun, after drinking, on the back of two days where his highest-impact activity was sitting still and knitting. Sitting down is great.

"Oh, is there... Soup...?" Unfortunately for him, this one doesn't click as fast as the other one did. He narrows his eyes skeptically towards the table, since it doesn't sound like something they used to serve... "Wait, unless... Is that one of their dumb signs?"

Is this a joke he isn't getting? You'll have to help him out here, man.