Had the salad been any more interesting or, really, his having stolen as anything but an option to annoy the old man, Pietro would have blurred it out of reach. Hell, he thought, he could have held it over his head and made the shorter man jump for it.

"Is this a problem for you? Fiber?" With his hands suddenly free, he blurs out of the room to retrieve himself a coffee (dumping money on the counter in exchange for the coffee he took out of the hand of the person first in line) and back in again. It takes a moment, at most. Less to be leaning against the counter again with all due disrespect.

"Most of them are there," he assures him, but only in the way that suggests the rest of them are in danger of lethal damage. He holds up his phone in his free hand, thumb pointing at one of the icons on the screen "You are good at these app things, yes?"