That look. That wonderful look. John loved it, but would promptly not admit it. "Real food, pft, who needs real food." There was the slightest little smirk tugging at his lips while he was arguing the ridiculous other side of this argument. Of course he rather the real foods. Are you kidding? He loved snacking but he was truly a man that liked to eat. He was just pity party of one this evening so didn't want to admit anything.
That... that wasn't even a consideration. Sure he could brew some beer, or distill some booze. That was absolutely a thing he could... learn? The look on his face truly showed he didn't consider the option of brewing for himself and no one else. She was right, it'd keep him quite busy. But then he'd have to start growing hops, and barley? How would he figure out this situation.
Moonshine? That was easy right? Basically paint thinner.
"You might have an idea there, Kitty." John sighed drinking the terrible beer in his hand. "Remind me when I'm sober." Then he frowned at her. "Which reminds me. You're too sober for this party, Kitty."