Alright, that’s a thought that’s somewhere between terrifying and hilarious, and thankfully there will never be a chance to ever test that out, because there’s no way in hell he’s ever going to stop shaving his head. Non-negotiable. No amount of incessant wheedling is going to change that. The results would be horrifying, after all.

The flavor of the night is ‘cheap’ and ‘a lot’, because he’s never claimed to really have a taste for anything nice, and frankly with how fast his metabolism works, it’d be way too expensive to try to buy actually decent meals. He’s more used to eating MREs, after all. Everything is pretty protein rich though, he does remember that note, even if he’s not going to bring it up. It’s the little things to help, after all, and pointing any efforts out would be detrimental. Wrath doesn’t need to be babied, after all. Well, maybe goaded into actually eating; the carton is pushed back at her with a raised brow. Not getting out of it that easily.

Her choice in movies is hilariously bad, and he couldn’t approve more. The plot is convoluted, it sounds ridiculous, and he can’t help but snort at how awful it seems like it’s going to be. “Mn. Think that’s up to five right there in not even a minute.”