"Believe me, after the amount a' takeout I've had, boring food is a blessing." He stops a second, taking the kitchen in and picking out any likely hiding places. Then he begins to look through them, opening cupboard doors and peering into dark corners. "As long as it ain't too hard to make. You know my specialty? Good old number sixty-seven, house lo-mein, 'cause it's got all the weird shit in it. You get all your basic food groups in one, so long as you don't look too hard at it."

All this comes in a steady patter as he makes his way around the room. Stanley doesn't know shit about kitchens, but hot damn does he know how to search. "Is this all you have? You don't have nothin' stashed away anywhere, right?" He'll ask it no matter what food he does or does not find. And he is asking about food, you know. Of course he is.