[Well Genius didn't make his own lunch. His brother did. Theirs was a complicated relationship.]

Although mine is in the break room...we could grab it on the way out? Wait. You don't know what an M&M is?!

[He gives her a look usually reserved towards those who are said to be clinically ill. Then he reaches towards her sleeve as though to tug her into the break room]

Hold it! We need M&Ms STAT.

[luckily it was on their way out anyways]