Robert’s stomach can inevitably handle anything, allowing his warm hand to rub his abdomen in circulations as the thought of food practically made his mouth water. One aspect he loved about America is the frequent promotion of unhealthy, fattening junk food; it became nothing more than a comforting meal on a daily basis during the perfecting of his craft, blinking rapidly at the mere thought. “You know what I had for the first time last night? A fucking pop tart —- it was heated up so nicely that the icing started to drip a little bit. We don’t have that back at home and now I understand why.” The rush associated with the sugar sent his mind spiralling slightly, but in a serenading manner. A task he tackled while residing in Devinstone was relieving the curiosity to taste cuisine not sold in Scotland, and it's a task he’s enjoyed very much. “Do you, uh — have any hot pockets?” He could question, offering a slight laugh to brush off hi nosiness. / @miadelcre, @lucalaurcnt, @behatinieves, @danielrockefella