"I'll take it." John called over as he crossed to where you stood before taking the half sandwich that you'd been going to throw away. "Waste not, want not." He declared as he snatched the half eaten food where your hand hovered over the trashcan, where you'd intended the food to go. You didn't consider yourself a waster of food but you'd discovered that the meat was expired and the cheese was sour. This wasn't particularly uncommon behavior from him but it still surprised you almost everytime he did it. Initially it'd just been a bag of chips you'd been too full for and he'd quickly said that he'd take them. Then you'd begun jokingly offering food you were nearly done with but couldn't finish and he'd still accept it. But whole-ly expired food was a new level. You'd heard of his iron stomach from reports of missions where he'd eaten wild animals or fish from necessity, hell, you had a first hand account of him eating parasite ridden fish in order to win a contest, but eating spoiled food of his own accord still sent your stomach into soured knots. Though he still yoinked the sandwich from your hands with a grin and a quick "thanks" as he made his way back to where he had been sitting before