Meals from outside? Good God, that would be like manna from heaven. Not that Justin couldn't get whatever he wanted with a few well-placed bills, but the idea of having it brought to him without his needing to shove around his wealth was nice. It was, well, humane. He hadn't been getting a lot of that lately, and if the situation was less dire, he might have smiled.

As it was, his lips twitched upwards. Just a tad, just on one side, but it was there.

"That'd be great. Anything works. I don't have any food allergies. Chinese? Chinese is good, if you like Chinese. But, yeah: anything works."

He smacks the reading material against his palm once more, lips pursing as though to think of anything else he needs. Shoelaces? Yes. But he won't be getting them until he leaves, he knows, so it's pointless to even bring them up.

"I'll get on this immediately and see you tomorrow, then."