It's not like we have cinnamon or chocolate or coffee behind the walls.

[Armin smiles sadly and shakes his head, drinking a little more of the mocha.]

We haven't had time to cook in a long time either. Or supplies for it, really. There's a food shortage. Maybe nobles get to eat like this sometimes, but we're just soldiers. Who's going to waste fancy ingredients on people who are just going to get eaten? It's not like titans appreciate our flavor.

[If he's speaking really rapidly, well, guess what? You just introduced an incredibly fast-thinking teenager to caffeine and refined sugar. Good luck with that.]