All the exercise has definitely made him work up an appetite, and once Steve is seated too, Jim doesn't hesitate to dig in. The soup is hot and well-seasoned, the cheese sandwiches are the right kind of melty, and salad is really hard to fuck up beyond reason. "Tastes fine to me," Jim says, dunking a corner of his sandwich in his bowl of soup. And yeah, he'd say that anyway even if it wasn't true, but it is this time.

A little weird that Steve's plate is only as full as Jim's, though. Didn't he say his metabolism was higher or something like that? Maybe he's planning on having seconds. There's definitely enough for that, or for leftovers. "Do you cook for the pokemon too? Or is it one of those can't-have-human-food kinda things?"