One step at at time, Otacon.

[Snake turns around to follow him out the door. He cocks his head to the side] I think that can be arranged. I'll even let you bring it back here.

[It's not far to a kitchen where he stashed the food. He looked at some of the MRE labels and made a face. One of them he holds up.] Don't eat this one, it tastes like chicken. [Its label reads macaroni and cheese.]