He will most definitely eat the food. But first he will break it in half, so Bertolt can share with him, much like they had always done. Handing the bigger of the two halves back over to Bertolt, he studies his meal for just a moment. It's not that he is picky, not when he remembers how much starvation had gnawed at his stomach during that first year after the wall had fallen. Rather, the food just looks too good to be true. The sort of stuff he'd imagine they'd eat in Sina.

Biting down, his eyes widen, and he chews quickly to clear his mouth, jerking his head up to stare at Bertolt. "This is really good. Holy fuck." Time to pig out.