"Instant... ramen?" What. What is that. At home, Muriel lives off whatever he can forage, as well as the eggs provided by his chicken neighbors, so he doesn't exactly have a discerning palette. It fills his stomach somewhat, and that's all he needs. At home or here.

He reluctantly picks up a roll. Just because it'll fill his stomach more. Not because he wants to try it or because it seems like it'd go good with the soup or anything. Just one roll is fine.