It's a substantial order. Maine watches money change hands, wondering for the first time what it is Wash does here. There's no military—Maine learned that right away—so what is it he does for a living?

Shit, what will Maine do for a living?

While he has a minor existential crisis, Wash tells him about all the different foods around. Between Wash's description and the delicious smell of the bakery, Maine's stomach makes an executive decision. It growls. Loudly.

Maine grimaces. "… Haven't eaten lately."

Not since before he tromped into the Pokémon dimension, and who knows how much time passed while he was in there?