[Shinji shakes his head and starts unloading cans of sauce and vegetables, making a neat little pile on the floor. Once he's far enough down to know that there isn't anything more valuable hiding underneath, he stops and tilts his head back to look at Kaworu. That's nostalgic, in a way-- it's been a while since Kaworu had significant height on him.]

Wish they'd picked the plates instead of the cans. How many of those did we lose, three?

[Accepting this box as a lost cause, Shinji sets down the box cutter and stands up. His legs protest the way he'd had them tucked underneath himself and he makes a small noise of complaint, putting a hand on Kaworu's arm to steady himself.]

So, how hungry are you? I think we can probably leave most of this out and find a home for it after we've eaten something.