Oh, that's an easy order to fill.

[Chuckling to himself, Kit made his way back to his bedroom to change his shirt and grab his wallet, the long sleeves of his larger sweater better hiding the bandages on his hands. When he emerged again, he shot the other boy a teasing smile before proceeding towards the door to slip on his shoes.]

Let me see if I've got this right. Basically every form of barbecued meat and carbohydrates, but more condiments than anything else?

[...he was still bloody chuckling.]

What refined tastes.