The people who are used to haute cuisine want it fresh, with proper presentation and quality. Being shoved in a box haphazardly won't ever suffice for that. The delivery methods would have to be as high-quality as the ingredients themselves.

[ Blah, blah, blah. It's not like it exists anyway, or like he expects it to, so why does he have to share all of his opinions on it.

Maybe it's just easier to think about than his lack of sleep. When Leon questions him on that, he sighs, and then takes a bite of his food, giving himself a lengthy break to consider the situation. ]

I'll probably attempt to sleep again for the night... It was definitely—more time awake than is ideal for cognitive function. Don't act like it was a choice of mine. If it was you, you'd have stayed awake and alive through it just the same.

[ He still feels a little uncomfortably frazzled, brain-wise, but at least he's a lot better than he was before. The food helps a little bit too. Just like Leon, he's slowly crawling towards feeling alive again. ]