Yes, he did love to eat. Zack knew he wasn't the only one here either. Lightly batting at the hand that poked him, he couldn't help but laugh a little. The hospital wasn't any fun, no. He understood what Aerith meant, being unable to leave when they were fine more or less. Zack never did do well, just being still.

"It was," he admitted. "They were just doing their job though, right? In the end, it's better that they did check us out instead of finding out something was wrong later."

Zack was going to try to look at it in a bit more of a positive light. In the end, they were fine. They were alive and able to connect to the people that they had left behind. If it meant that they were holed up in a hospital for a few days, then that was a pretty small price to play in the end. So instead his focus was on the corndog in Aerith's hands.

"Oh yeah? I think I should inspect it..."