"Aw, really? That's a rare treat— wherever you come from?" Majima scrunches his nose and gestures widely around the 'wherever' word. "Now I'm curious"

But first, he puts the pizza into the microwave. It's never as good re-heated, but beggars can't be choosers and he's hungry. And simultaneously too uninspired to put any effort into making something out of base ingredients.

"All these junk-food treasures are a gift. A 'mission well-done' reward" he turns to Kaidan, arms crossed. "They told us to not expect that every time"