Soldat doesn't understand this wholesale hatred of carbs, but hey, it's not like they can stand orange juice now. (Which is fuckin' weird, pal, I know I used to drink it. I'm not you, Sarge. Except you kinda are.) "More for me, I guess," they shrug, and just leave one for Mary. "And everyone else. I'll remember that Law doesn't like it, either." A pause, a thought. "Did he get that from you?"