"I like to think that those experiences built character, or … in your case, encouraged you to get better at cooking for yourself?" he suggested with a laugh, trying to find the silver lining in the situation. At least they had been well fed. Maybe they hadn't loved all of the food, but no one had gone hungry, and he would always be grateful for that fact. "See, I don't really like meatloaf all that well to begin with, so I'm afraid that one's not going to win me over," he grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "But I'd still believe you." As JJ talked about his preference in pretzels, he see-sawed his head back and forth, "that sounds good, but I'm not sure that they sell those over at Snack Shack," considering sea salt and grainy mustard might have been a little high brow for a snack kiosk in a local market place. Although it did sound good, and he was sure that at the right place, it would be a huge hit. Nodding with understanding to the idea of burning out in residency, he had never really worked in that field, or had any plans to, but he knew that it was stressful. "It can happen to anyone, any career, any job, any amount of time, no matter how much you want it or love it," he had gone through it and then he had worked with clients who were going through it, felt burnt out by life in general and came in to get some help. He did his best to coach them through it. "It's good that you listened to yourself and realized that it was time to slow down, though. You can preserve your career a lot longer that way," especially if it was something that JJ saw himself doing for a long time to come yet. Smiling as he chewed through his food, Josh knew that the way JJ was handling it was smart -- pushing anyone to do anything both wasn't fair to them, and also ended up causing a lot of resentment in the end. "And to think that if your parents hadn't pushed it on you, you might have volunteered at the library, turned into a total nerd, instead," he paused, grinning as he reached for his drink, "well, nerdier."