[ Jack can't help but snicker obnoxiously when Rhys pulls away, since, yeah, that makes him feel better. If he points out that this is weird and creepy and Rhys gets embarrassed about it, it's not as bad. Probably. He considers pointing out that Rhys was the one that called him handsome last night, but that would not help the weird and creepy vibes here. So thankfully for both of them, he lets that one go.

There's little to do but let it cook, so Jack instead turns to watch Rhys dig around at a feverish pitch, since he can guess what realization he's just had. Jack at least thinks that Rhys just hadn't been in the kitchen so far to see their food options here rather than the reality of him just not eating before now... ]

Because I was a kid? So I ate whatever grandma bought? Duh?

[ Jack is at least open about that, though it's also very brief because it's a topic he doesn't like talking about for personal reasons. It's not quite the secrecy he would later hold over his personal life, though. Still, when Rhys has his Terrible Realization, Jack shakes his head and is happier to move onto that topic. ]

But, uh, no, this isn't bandit food. That would include way more-- They eat people, right? I've totally seen this thing on the ECHONet about, uh... Face pizza or something? And skag sausage. Because, y'know, same. Not real interested in expanding my palate to Pandoran cuisine.