"It's garbage and it's bad for you." Not that a little crap every now and then wasn't acceptable, but Anthony had a feeling this happened more often than not. If there was ever a planned meeting with Draco, he would have his mum cook something up real quick. A good homemade meal was everything in comparison to fast food. Even if it wouldn't equal up to whatever Malfoy's elves had magically pulled from the heavens that he used to boast about all the time.
"Technically? Yes." He laughed a little. "Mushrooms. Hallucinogenic drugs. Much more fun then the shit you've been snorting." Not that whatever Malfoy had given him the other week hadn't been fun. "But food first." His stomach growled in agreement.