[That was almost less helpful than being picky, at least when he was only used to having to feed himself.]

Fine. Then I'm ordering pizza. Speak now, or end up with toppings that are terrible.

[Yes, he's going for the junkiest junk food possible, as he hops over to kitchen counter where his PokeGear had last been abandoned.]

And I'll go shopping tomorrow. Maybe I'll even take requests.