Comfort food? He supposed that made sense, like he was trying to reassure something about himself, by himself. Yeah, comfort food. He nodded a little bit, his fork speared in a chip that waited in a state of stasis for him to eat it as he paused in thought, broken out of his reverie by Ernie again.
He ate the fated chip and smiled at Ernie's suggestion. "I've never eaten out for breakfast." he admitted. "I wouldn't mind trying it though, if you'd still want to go?" This date wasn't as bad as he'd feared it would be.