Nodding, Andrew threw away the bag the food came in once it was all put away, then tore into the Hot Pockets box. "Hey, it works out that way. Plus it's seriously helpful having some people try to restock since not everyone here is even able to get a job," he said simply as he pulled the pocket from it's pouch and slid it into the heating sleeve it came with. His hands moved like he didn't even have to think about what he was doing at all, but that was because he didn't. He'd eaten thousands of Hot Pockets over the course of his life, after all. Why would he have to pay loads of attention to something he'd done so many times before.
"And trust me. Boy do I ever understand the long days. Is it one of the ones where you can hardly even find time to make yourself a sandwich?" Both as a Watcher and as co-head of the complex, Andrew had had more than his share of those days. Plus there was the whole business venture of opening a bakery that he and Andrea had been looking into, so it was really only a matter of time before every day turned into one of "those days." But at least it was mostly stuff he enjoyed doing. Protecting the world and baking cookies. What could be better?
Andrew dropped the Hot Pocket onto a plate and stuck it in the microwave, speaking as he punched the proper heating time. "Good. We need you guys taking care of yourselves around here. We don't want to see you out there getting hurt, then letting yourselves stay hurt without getting fixed up right."