"Anything that's greasy and comes in a cardboard box."

And my Aunt May's cooking, but I don't really want to get into that. Instead I take my first bite of the by-now lukewarm burger and force myself to chew before swallowing. It doesn't taste the greatest -- burgers don't keep especially well -- but now that I've done through the ever important first bite, eating the rest of it doesn't seem like quite the chore it was a few seconds ago.

Actually, I realize just how hungry I am.

"What about you?" I ask around my second mouthful.