He'd like to think he could tell if any of this were actually illusory, but Daniel's honestly not sure. His experience with dreams and having difficulty picking the reality out of them suggests a probable 'no' in that regard, post-Ascension perks - if one can call them that - notwithstanding.

Assured of the food's reality and able to finally take a hint, Daniel draws the plate nearest to him and starts eating, finding the quality to be in line with that of the much-appreciated coffee.

He chews thoughtfully while Gabriel launches his next question.

"Wish that were the case," he admits with a shake of his head, "but my diphthongs are really kind of lacking. Hence why my German and Mandarin are much, much rougher than I would like. But expanding one's area of study means more variation, less individualized aptitude, so." He shrugs, and resumes eating. The pitfalls of over-extending himself into twenty-three languages.