Hawkeye brought gin and some of the experimental energy drink he's been brewing, which obviously entitles him to have some of the food. After a winter of slowly starving, he could probably eat a horse between two hot dog buns. Hawk beams at Max's helpfulness, offering over his plate.

"Why don't you put anything that looks good on here, and then I'll come back and see if you fit on my plate for dessert?"