"Spirit of the law, not letter of the law!" he shouts out after Zenyatta, secretly amused but not admitting it. He perks up much more after seeing him come with various items in hand, actually sitting up to take it. Drinks the water and takes the aspirin. Boring obligations done with, he shakes out a few rock candy into his palm, and throws it back into his mouth. For a moment it looks like he's content to be quiet and enjoy his snacks, but then, of course, it's Rico.

"You know," Rico starts up, thoughtful through a mouthful of crunching. "The first time I had sugar, it was almost like a religious experience. Or at least, what I imagined one would have been like. Not many of those after the Department banned a lot of 'em." He casually shrugs, glossing over it. "It's the sweetest thing in the world. It's not good for you, but hell, pretty much everything I do isn't good for me either. Liver disease is a killer, but so is getting shot through the stomach for something I don't even drokking believe in."

He fishes another rock out, bringing it up to his eye for exaggerated scrutiny. Then flicks it straight into the gap between Zenyatta's "collarbones". "How're you even supposed to live like that? Don't you wonder about what you're missing out on?"