He shook his head, the mirth clear on his face as he reached for the bag, pulling out one of the what looked like chocolate muffins. He was dubious still, but today was the first day in many that he'd felt he had any sort of want to eat at all. And if he was going to eat anything, it might as well involve chocolate.
He broke off a piece of muffin and put it in his mouth, effectively cutting himself off before he found himself off on another tangent, as was his habit. Though he'd found himself a lot better at placing a filter between his brain and his mouth since he'd been sober.