Was he hungry? He could eat. And eating was good. Mostly though, Bart was confused. His mind wasn't in the games because it was too busy turning over all the advice that he'd gotten, from the Rogues, from Mia. None of it was telling him what he wanted to know though-- even though he'd spent hours, days (which was like weeks in Bart time) mulling over everything they'd said, everything he'd done, everything that had happened.
That was the problem with an eidetic memory... every detail was burned into Bart's brain for constant reflection-- and adding super speed on top of that meant that every vivid detail was running through Bart's head endlessly, with each recollection taking only the barest of fractions of milliseconds; leaving quite a bit of time left in the day to do it over and over and over and over again until he could find an answer.
"Huh?" He mumbled, suddenly jerking back out of his thoughts tot he arcade that was Actually around them. "Oh yeah, I could eat."