"I'm kinda the only cop who was still on the force back home and I'm sure as fuck not going to check their inspection reports. There's not even kitchens." He points with his spoon to the lack of even a door that this food might come out from, trays of congealed goodness manifesting through the walls instead.

"I haven't died from it yet, and considering how much I eat I'd be the first one to get poisoned." A statement at odds with how emaciated he is, but he happily digs into his bowl of potatoes au toppings, leaning against the half-wall separating the tables from the serving area rather than sitting down.

"Course I can probably eat uh... anything. So maybe I'm not a good litmus test. Also it doesn't go bad, so stock up!" Said with a grin like that's great news and not horrifying in every way.