Bold of you to assume Anthony gives a shit about what exactly he gets to eat. "Don't worry about it," Anthony said, accepting the dish with a brief smile. He wasn't rude enough as to force Elijah to cook something for him—this was already more than he had really expected or wanted from him. And they sure as hell tasted better than he expected or was used to, anyway, so it's not like he much wanted him to cook something for him, even if his morals would allow it.