He thinks that this might be a good time to break out the biscuits that came with his meal kit, so he does so and offers it in an open plastic.

"Cycling's good. Wish we had those kinds of machines in the gym car, but I think we're getting pretty cramped in here already." He chuckles. "What's this now about not wanting friends?" Roland adds, a bit cheekily but otherwise just curious about such a statement. And said so easily, so nonchalantly, too.