Oh, now that response makes Sam's smile widen a little. He'd been joking around, yeah, but he hadn't really expected the guy to know what he was talking about beyond the general knowledge that military food has a reputation for not being all that great.

He waits for the staff to pass, too, equally unconcerned about pretending he's doing something - although he's at least got a little flour smudged one arm from the dough he'd been making earlier - and gives a little laugh at that question.

"If it's that bad, they might consider that a mercy. But with the luck I've had so far here, their fire alarms are the kind that just flood the room."