[He swats a hand through the air to discard Stolas' probable concern that his interests were boring to Blitzø-- reading was usually boring, to him, but he didn't mind that Stolas liked it in the least. And anyway--] You should have shit you do without me hangin' around, too.

[He rubs his hands together like a fucking fly and points, either with a hand or his tail, naming off each of the cartons' contents. It's a pretty broad spectrum, and he made sure to get a few things without eggs.] Humans eat this shit up, it's apparently an American take on Chinese that is not even remotely authentic. Good as shit, though.