Depressing, sure, maybe Jack could silently accede to that point. But, in his mind, it was also a perfectly pleasant, valid, tried-and-true method of coping with this immensely aggravating situation. He wasn't happy in this place, in any case, or with his situation, so ultimately what did it matter.

He gives a roll of his eyes at her, either way, but it's in generally good humor. He also weathers the hand squeeze with some stiffness on his part, not quite liking the feeling of being so openly pitied like this.

"Ain't particularly choosy when it comes to food, honestly." Mostly because back home, Jack couldn't afford to be. Not when ship supplies had a tendency to sometimes spoil or run out before a journey was over. "So pick whatever you'd like."