Aleron pulled open the fridge, scanning it over before bending down to grab something near the bottom, nearly jumping a foot when hearing Jaron,quickly looking over to acknowledge the man, then going back to his searching, soon just grabbing something that he could start eating then and there without need to prepare it. "This'll do." He answered casually,leaning back against the nearest counter while he ate, staying silent a minute before deciding to continue speaking. At times he could be extremely picky,and he knew that. It depended on his mood.<br/><br/>"I like meat- But not chicken. Steak's a favorite. Milk's a requirement drink wise but I refuse to drink any sort of soda or pop. I adore grapes- the purple ones- Along with strawberries." He started, figuring it'd be better then ignoring Jaron at this point. There wasnt any harm in telling anyhow, right? "Im not a soup person. Nor am I allergic to anything, as far as I know." He paused, seeming to think for more things to tell of.