He blinks at her, trying to sort out what that explanation is. Okay, that's not... exactly what he was looking for, here. He was expecting more like a number amount? Like a solid number of hours. Not whatever that was. But she looks like she's very confident in it, so he has absolutely no answer as to why she's wrong. Maybe he should clarify, here.

He clears his throat, looks back at the hat. "Okay, maybe I need to provide a few more details here. So, uhm, previous to being here, I was... not alive. Not in a bad way, I should clarify, just, that was part of my profession. But I'm not alltogether used to... sleeping? And eating and all that on a regular schedule." It's a little mortifying, asking for advice from a child? But she seems to be more interested in giving answers, confusing as they may be, and this absolves him from asking Taako and getting laughed at for the next twenty seven years. "So this... should be happening? All the time, then?"