He sighs softly, his eyes fixating on his Ninetales. He knows. Sometimes he wishes it was, but alas.

"...I know. It's just... When we go back, if I remember any of this... I've already fallen into the habit of having everything at my fingertips here. You wouldn't believe the things they've got--" Ah... And speaking of, Bertolt shrugs his bag off, digs around in it, and produces a paper bag full of something that smells like meat. And cheese, too. Here, Reiner. Take it. They're probably a little cold by now, but it's still food!

"Like this. The food here, there aren't any shortages. A-And it's all fresh."