[Diarmuid shrugs as well as he can with his arms so full.]

You weren't very specific about what you wanted and I had time. Why not get a good variety? I am sure none of it will go to waste.

[For some reason, Grit strikes him as a guy who can eat a lot. He passes a bag with a couple of bottles of alcohol in it to the other man.]

I think I have the rest balanced. Just...direct me.