"The answer is pretty miserable and indicative of the kind of big city that I know." Angeal glances down to the food that Popp has now distinctly stopped eating. "And now I'm starting to wonder if maybe I've freaked you out just a little too much. That's no good. I don't know if the fae here have their own farms or what, but you should never waste food."

Angeal will sooner die than waste food, and he won't let anyone else do it either.