If he weren't already failing at following a strict diet Scott would be surrounded in sugary iced drinks. As it were he already felt as if he would somehow receive a lecturing email from his doctor somehow made aware of his transgressions from across the multiverse after having one.

"Literally anything else," he starts, not appearing to be bothered by the little jab. He knows very well that he's immature as hell, thank you very much! The day someone stops reminding him of the fact is the day when he's likely getting too serious. "Like," he makes a vague hand gesture. "What's your biggest 'oh shit what have I gotten myself into' moment?"