[Jack's eyes flick from Snake to Angela and back again, like he's processing the exchanges of expressions and gestures in conjunction with the commentary, slowly realizing that it's his portion size that's in question. Angela's stifled laugh is what seals it, and Jack looks down at his own plate, almost offended that he's being judged.]
I need it.
[He offers that as a simple explanation, even if it doesn't really explain anything at all. To his credit, he seems to revise after a moment, realizing that it probably sounds very strange and he might be able to clear things up a little better.]
Accelerated healing factor. Burns calories.
[He's healing right now, which means he needs to make sure that he's taking in more than he expends. Jack punctuates that through a mouthful of food--he doesn't eat this much on a daily basis, but when he's exerting himself or recovering from an injury, his enhanced body needs the extra fuel to pull itself back together.
But if Angela thinks he doesn't know that she's not-so-subtly trying to get some real nutrition in him, well. She'd be wrong.]
no subject
I need it.
[He offers that as a simple explanation, even if it doesn't really explain anything at all. To his credit, he seems to revise after a moment, realizing that it probably sounds very strange and he might be able to clear things up a little better.]
Accelerated healing factor. Burns calories.
[He's healing right now, which means he needs to make sure that he's taking in more than he expends. Jack punctuates that through a mouthful of food--he doesn't eat this much on a daily basis, but when he's exerting himself or recovering from an injury, his enhanced body needs the extra fuel to pull itself back together.
But if Angela thinks he doesn't know that she's not-so-subtly trying to get some real nutrition in him, well. She'd be wrong.]