He sighed as she mentioned no fish, as fish was one of his favorite foods. He grew up in a house where they ate fish almost every day, and he was used to it, but he could do without, if she wasn't willing to cook it. "Maybe something sweet? Pancakes? Waffles? Though I could deal with chicken and chips, too. Just nothing spicy or hot." he shrugged, looking over the cupboards, wondering what can be inside. Could she make pancakes with cocoa and jam?<br/><br/>"Pancakes with jam, if you ask me what I'd like the most." he concluded then. "Though, I'm not much of a picky eater. I don't like beef and spicy food, that's all." Since having played a few cruel pranks with hot peppers, wasabi, and other extra-spicy food seasoning on himself, he grew to hate it.<br/><br/>"Though, I'd rather eat in clothes than this," he tugged one trim of the towel. "If they're dry already, that is. You know, it's more comfortable..."