[Which of us, we must ask, hasn't dropped by the sparse kitchenette in the hopes that this time, the fridge (is there even a fridge, I don't even know if this canon has fridges actually) will contain either actual food or at least something new to snack on.

Alas, it's in vain -- and now there's a Hans perched on the counter, because he's an expert at taking up space where he shouldn't be. He's also looking curiously at this problematic pizza, though.]

Hrmeow... That's food, ain't it? Hard to tell with some of these newfangled machines.

[They definitely do not have vending machines back home.]