[ no, he was just a baby and too stressed out to remember to eat. this is why rhys is perpetually a stick because he just doesn't really think too much about it. he could go for some fancy rich people food and wine though, honestly.

still, the explanation isn't enough for rhys and he just waves a hand dismissively at jack as he continues to dig. ]

You could've said no. Or, I dunno, make her buy something else. That's what I made my mom do.

[ rhys has been a brat forever, honestly. but there's something about saying that that makes a twinge of guilt show up in his stupid, greedy white boy soul and jack can probably catch him muttering to himself -- ]

... Should I apologize for that? Was that mean? Ehhh.

[ and he just continues digging. whatever, let's get on the fact that it's bandit food. he holds up a can of beans and a can of sausage and looks at them despairingly before back up at jack. ]

Face pizza... [ said kind of distractedly before oh, oh yeah. ] Yeah, I've seen face pizza. Was disgusting to peel off. Anyway, this super duper is bandit food. Look at this? Beans? Canned beans? Why would anyone eat this? And -- and canned sausages? What the hell is a vienna? Oh my god, why would you put this in your body?

[ he truly looks like he hit rock bottom here, dropping the cans to the floor and dragging his hands over his face, as he tilts his head back up to the ceiling. why is he eating this terrible food? he's going to complain to judy. ]