He shook his head at her question, spending a few seconds on a brief inspection of how she seemed to look when smiling before indulging the curiosity. "Why I eat it? I don't, this is the first time I've had one of these in about ten years. I just wanted to have a nostalgia trip, and remind myself what it was like to eat these prepackaged assaults on a healthy diet." Having said this he winced a little, wrapping up what was left of his meal and setting it aside to be disposed of later rather than finished.
"Hasn't aged well. And yes, stuffing your face with this regularly will make you obese and kill your heart. It's the surefire strategy of fat and sugars, addicting to the brain and body. A reliable formula for business." It was a formula she was more than familiar with, given her "unique" status in the sector.
"Why do people do it? And do they not care about their health? I don't honestly know. I think it makes certain people happy to have a temporary moment of comfort with something as simple as food. So much so they're willing to compromise on their health and maybe even their lifespans to feel that way. Because contrary to popular belief, there are certain things that money can buy." It was a pessimistic and potentially even pragmatic outlook on the whole affair, but it was an honest response despite that.
"Ready to go?" She was by no means obligated to finish her meal if she didn't want to, and he smiled knowing that she probably really didn't want to.
