"Work's more important," is the answer as he settles himself against the fridge. "Just... You know, you get into a rhythm and it's not really worth it to break for a bite. I mean I'll eat when it comes up, but."

A small smile lights up his face as he remembers. "There was this one time, I think I almost went for a whole week on just, uh. Coffee and pretzel sticks. Didn't even realize how long it'd been until I slid out of my chair with the room spinning like a top." He chuckles at himself, continuing without realizing what he's saying. "Didn't matter how often she'd yell at me about it, it'd always end up with somebody shoving loaded with carbs in my face and a lecture from Betty about--"

It's her name that snaps him back as his chest aches. Working in the lab at Culver seems like a lifetime ago, and in a lot of ways it is. Better that way, really.

"Anyway." Bruce clears his throat to get rid of whatever's trying to block it. "I mostly just throw whatever's in the fridge together and heat it up some. Quick and easy."