He paused to consider his answer. Or to recollect all the food he's ever eaten.

"Nah. I can eat just about anything, W to the En garde." Since verbal sparring seemed to be her thing from what he heard, he thought that appellation fit. He patted his front carapace like the thunk sound was his fit belly showing how solid it was.

"If you've had some before, it's aaaalllll good."