Well. Since Emi offered and all. Eiji peered thoughtfully up at the ceiling as he searched his desires and swiftly found a very glaring need.

Shamelessly, he stated simply, "I want a snack." He didn't specify what, because frankly, at this point, anything that wasn't unwashed mushrooms he found in the forest would be an improvement, but he definitely was in the mood for something. Junky.