So the mess isn't open and it's been awhile since he's last really broke and entered but- hey. How hard can it be? The locks aren't all that complicated and he does make note of what he grabs up for dinner- in Chuck's handwriting not his- and packs himself a little bag of chicken, veg, a can of soup, a can of coffee- pudding cups because why the hell not, and juice boxes. He ducks back in without getting caught and slips back into his room with his spoils in his bag. "So it's not much but it's dinner."