While the plan had been to not eat the food, Simms figured that the banana was at least safe, so he helped himself to that, and couldn't help but think that if it had been Damon who had brought down this meal, the banana and the sausage links would have been the man's idea of a clever trick. Honestly, Simms was kind of relieved that he didn't have to deal with that dumb shit yet today.
"Hmmph," he grunted at Ishaan's suggestion. "I don't know, what do you want? I can call you a terrorist, I guess, but I'm half sure that you're the wrong shade of brown. The other half doesn't care-- That's right, you're dot-not-feather-Indian, right? Didn't we establish that? Back when you wouldn't serve me. I guess you got over that."