At least he isn't going to eat it raw. He's hungry, not uncivilized. Mostly. "It's okay I guess, I like fish better but that's expensive and worms are free." That much is true. "Besides, if you get used to the taste, it won't bother you later when you really need it and don't have to worry about getting sick."

Food has been on his mind for days. Whether or not he was hungry, it was a constant nagging concern that kept snacks in pockets and a weather eye out for anything that might do in a pinch. Food that wasn't rotten, wasn't bloated, didn't come with the stink of decay and buzz of equally hungry flyers--

The thought is flinched away from, almost physically. "But! I'm sure with a little barbecue sauce it'll be amazing." Cautiously he peeks into the previously made hole, and when nothing happens, slides slowly off the box and onto hot sand and pebbles. Clearly it must have worked. "Maybe chili powder."