'Just' security still means that you're allowed to have an opinion on food, surely.

[It was one thing to not want to step foot into political matters, but even the most devoted RAC agent was allowed to have feelings on something that simple, right? He can't imagine that there's anything in their rules about what you could and couldn't enjoy with chips.

He perks up when it seems something confidential is about to be discussed, then settles back with an amused look on his face. He really has been lucky to find someone with a good sense of humor.]

So that's the trick, is it? I'll be known far and wide as Corrin, the hero who brought everyone the kind of condiments they like.

[He bobs his head, shaking it a little ruefully.] What a start to my legend.