I've had a lot of 'American cheese' and it hasn't killed me yet. [He's decided fairly early on that he works better without supervision. It's not that she's making him second guess himself or anything, he'll just go about helping himself to different ingredients like he owns or runs the place, but it sounds like she's expecting a few responses from him or, heaven forbid, for him to keep her entertained while he throws some food together. It has him pausing, mid-washing his hands, glancing half over his shoulder before turning to give her That Look. You know, the look that just screams 'are you fucking serious?' without even breathing any of those words aloud.]

Whatever's in that box. [When he pops the bread box open there's an almost full loaf, must have been baked in the morning because it's still soft to the touch. There's some seeds in it and oats sprinkled on the top so it's not just plain white bread, but he just pulls a serrated knife out of the block and starts slicing without any further commentary.]

There anything else you don't eat? Allergic to canned tuna?