His expression doesn't become any more amused. In fact he gives his fell band member a perfectly flat stare. "If I wanted to eat salted cardboard, I could get that here. And I don't share my tofu wraps because they'd be wasted on you."

Literally. He's sure there'd be all of one or two bites taken before they were tossed aside with a look of disgust.

"Check the bar for sandwiches. They're bound to have something. Crackers, maybe."