The Mind knew that there wasn't anything exactly 'illogical' about leftovers, so per say. If anything, having spare food around made sense if leaving the house for food wasn't a possibility at the moment.

It's just that seeing perfectly good offal simply lying around for days on end with gradually degrading quality made everything inside of the Mind antsy. They could simply eat this food right now while it's still of semi-decent quality and remove clutter, but no, the Heart simply had to leave a perfectly good bag of crisps on the counter instead of simply eating the last few crisps in it and getting it off the goddamn counter.

When you walked into the kitchen one morning, you barely processed the fact that the Mind had stolen the Smith's Chips bag that had 'HEART'S - DON'T TOUCH' written on the front in purple sharpie and was currently eating them.

He blinked and crunched another one.

"...It was too much clutter." The Mind says after a few seconds of awkward silence.