"Yes." He says it, sure and sound, relieved. "Dude, this place -- it's severely, severely lacking in proper sandwich-building materials. Like, how's Shaggy here s'pposed to get proper munchies if we have such bad space gunk?"

He rubs his arm, leaning back, and his brow creases with a fuzzy thought.

"I could make more sorbet. If I bribe for fruit again."