action; ota
[There are over a dozen baskets of various forms of junk food sitting on the table in front of him. None of them belong to him but he's casually stacking the empty ones on top of each other after consolidating some of the half empty baskets to make more room at the table.
He's actually cleaning up a little after his companion, who is around somewhere but not immediately at his side or she would probably be annoyed that he was messing with her food like this.
A potato covered in cheese and bacon slips out of the basket and onto the table. He picks it up and just stares at it. So many things he's never had before--even though he's been in Marina for a long time.
He's sitting there debating if he should actually taste it.]