Three, four, whatever the number of limbs it's not Hermes' problem. He's lost a few tentacles himself but being more sensible than humans he simply regrew them.

"No. Want to eat real food. Don't like corn." He wouldn't have brought it over if he planned on eating it himself. When the hand is lowered Hermes immediately matches onto it, hoping to be picked up when the human rises up. He's only a foot high and not an immensely heavy mass of pulp. "Give potatoes. Also turkey. Where turkey?"