"Good for getting a chronic upset stomach, you mean," he snorts. "No idea how you people's guts haven't escaped in fear yet."

Listen, spicy food fucking sucks, in his humble opinion. He'll eat it if there's no other option, but otherwise? No thank you. It's not like he cares that much about his health, but he'd rather just... not.

"... I guess mild spice is okay," he grumbles, blowing out some smoke, "and coffee... it depends on my mood." Usually he gets it black, but with some milk and sugar is nice, too.

Mostly he doesn't care. He'd prefer good coffee (and lord knows he's been spoiled thanks to Leblanc), but any old coffee-like sludge will do, when he needs a boost.