The voice beside him catches his glance and he turns his head to look on at the man standing next to him. The worry that it had been poisoned had only vaguely crossed his mind until this moment when now he's not certain if he gave it enough of a thought for as hungry as he does feel.

He's watching, carefully seeing what exactly is being picked out and looks at his own options in front of him. Alright, these little baked goods in elaborate aluminum shells it is. "I hadn't given thought to if they couldn't be eaten, I'm just not sure where to start."

The concept of not having water, though, that's not so bad really. Or it wouldn't have been if he had his quirk at all. Damn. "...Do you have any suggestions on what to drink with it then? I can't imagine that much sugar is going to do anyone any good."