"I do! And I'd like to think I'm pretty great at it." He flashes a toothy grin that's covered in confidence, as if the kitchen is his true home. Noticing the kid is on his toes, Hunk gently lowers the box about a foot.

"But these, they're..." He pauses for just a moment, smirk betraying a funny realization: he's not entirely sure what some of these are! He knows they're meat, but he just raided a kitchen while everyone else was asleep. It's mystery meat that should be safe because, well, he ate it.

"Let's call them Hot Pockets." He chuckles, and brings a hand to point at the box's contents. "These pale ones are filled with... pork? Marinated in local sauces. And the toasty ones have some kind of eggs, with some crispy-fried maybe-pork and some cheese for that breakfast-y taste. If we have to stay here, we might as well like the food."