I am not fussy thank you very much. I just know good food when I see it, and that, my dear, is not it. [He is fully aware he sounds like a snob and he does not care. Though he has found some Midgardian food he does like, he feels like being bitchy currently. Something about this woman has gotten under his skin and he hates that he’s somehow drawn to her. Why does he care so much who she is?]

You sound like my brother and his popped tarts. I do not want any of your processed foods. I would rather make myself some eggs and toasted bread. Some fresh fruit on the side. Maybe I will snack on some nuts. Or have a nice stew for dinner. But not that crap.

[He gives the camera a smug look, though he’s not sure she can see him with the camera faced away. Perhaps if he annoys her enough, he’ll get to meet her and he can figure out why he’s bothered at all.]

Besides, I could best you in battle any day.