Very portable; I'm already enthralled. Think of the multitasking a person could get done with sticked food on hand. Or in hand, as it were.

[Haha; yes, sounds great, the more portable the street food the better, he's into it. It is at this point he moves on to trying the fish, equally gingerly but this time because it's really a mystery fish, huh? It's not a squid... he hopes...]

We have nothing worth being called pricy, which I can only assume, considering I've never seen the livestock source that winds up in the Sixth kitchens. I used to try and back-engineer meat cutlets to see how much of it was artificial, but I'd get told to stop playing with my food.

[Fun stuff. Fish verdict: mysteriously tasty, and he nods over another tidy bite.]

Well; I like it. Time well spent. What else have you been up to today?

["how was your day, dear" and other domestic inquiries]