Jean cocked his head at Marco's insistence, but he didn't question it. It wasn't like he ate omurice like his mom made here either. The time or two he asked for it from the kitchen, it just wasn't right. He had to ask to have it made by Souji or Ms. White for it to taste how it was supposed to, and that was kind of embarrassing.

"Anything. Meat, eggs, cheese, it's all here. Even fresh stuff you normally wouldn't be able to get in winter. If you can't think of anything, I've been told I make a mean sandwich."