With dignity, Bruce makes a small hand gesture that says Yes, accosted, it was beneath me but I tolerated it because I wasn't raised by wolves. Inside his fridge there are vegetables, the makings of some kind of salad, juice, eggs (Bruce can make scrambled eggs at least, usually), some other things; not a huge amount of anything, just a hand basket's worth of groceries. It is not actually all that complicated, but it's tragically plausible that Bruce looks at this and has an instinct to put it all in a blender, and that it's a small step towards progress that he's called for an intervention instead of resorting to a bread-veggie-egg smoothie.

"There were also cheese sticks."

He ate those.