Wrex looks from Shepard to the food then back to Shepard again. He shrugs. "He got in the way of me in the food," as if that was explanation enough. Then, he deftly flipped a piece of meat in the air and gulped it down in one bite. He was finding that human cuisine was actually tasty. His only experience with their kind's food was on the Normandy, and that had been military rations.
"So, you want some of this," Wrex pauses to read the food label and mouths the words slowly, "pork chops? They're quite tasty. Reminds me of varren steaks."