It took all of Loras' will not to grab Obi by the RATT shirt front and crush their mouths together, if only to get Obi to shut up. Already, Loras was working on his own sandwich with tuna that was left over in the fridge.
"No," he answered tightly and focused on slathering the stuff on the bread. He slid the mayo and relish toward Obi. "Make as many as you want, I have to get rid of this tuna somehow." He usually liked chicken, but he hadn't had time to cook in a while so canned tuna it was. Canned chicken was simply gross. "There's soup in the pantry, too." A lot of soups of different kinds, all save for beef or pork.