Of course food was needed, Tory did not think there was anything currently consumable in his apartment. He made a mental note to raid a green grocers, he could probably arrange for them to deliver to his apartment, same as he intended to do for the tree. Sure, he and James could probably carry it with their combined enhanced strength, but not without garnering too much unwanted attention.
Tory could cook, somewhat, but it was perhaps best to order in. He could manage to whip up a few things, provided they were simple. If they wanted anything cuisine, they could just have it catered.
He practically leapt into the lift when the doors opened. Once he spun around and boisterously attacked the button for the ground floor did he answer James. "Hmmmm, It is Good King Wenceslas. It is an old carol." Casting a sly grin at James, he inquired, "Shall I sing for you, then?" He was not as good at singing as he was at other forms of music, but it was passable, as long as he stayed in his natural range.