The Soldier comes to collect the chair, just glad it hadn't been a different kind of Chair this time, and moves it aside for him. Makes flapping motions with one of its own hands at the ones hovering around the edge of the nearest table. Shoo.

It drifts over to the bar, close enough for conversation, in an attempt to find something edible and non-alcoholic (surely booze won't help people hallucinating, will it?) to offer the guy. "Snails?" That's an invertibrate with a shell, isn't it? How would that work?