He'd get both. In fact, he'd get the alcohol first, and right now Squalo didn't even give a shit if Xanxus drank on an empty stomach. The stash was, after all, in Xanxus' room, since neither of the boys drank and they didn't feel like cluttering the kitchen anyway. So Squalo crossed the room with a few long strides and brought Xanxus a bottle of Tequila and a glass, setting both down in passing before exiting the room.

"Give me a minute."

Of course 'a minute' meant he'd get leftovers, but hell, the food was still good, Xanxus had no room to bitch. And if he did, well, he'd see where his food came from afterwards.