There was no way he was going to get up and actually make it. The decision about using his perfectly healthy all things considered body to get up and do something human on his day off wasn't made yet. This would have to do. Would have to do as if he wouldn't have done it down the line anyway. Mind that Dabi was probably right, at least half right, he was very careful to clean his controllers and probably took better care of them than himself aside the essentials.

"Not at all, it tastes pretty good." He knew what the other man had meant and could give a flying damn that he found it abhorrent. "Your loss." But, fine, he pushed himself up onto one knee while favouring the open package as not to spill it and plucked another from the place it had found on the couch when he stood up and gravity again took over. "It'll be your fault when it's ruined."

Shuffling himself toward the kitchen, the intent was clear that he was really actually just going to attempt something he often didn't care to do. Doing something himself if it wasn't driven by passion, desire or a march to his end goal. Something he didn't have much of here, all things considered so far.