Food is something that has been drilled into Lance as being important - part of the training program Coran set out for the Paladins was eating together every day. It helped build teamwork! Except, you know. The food goo barely counted as food, and though Hunk tried his best there wasn't always consistent access to things he could use.

(At least not without a lot of bending over backwards.)

So, even though he's not confident the food in the cafeteria will be stellar, it's still food. Real, actual food. Solid food!

"Hopefully they don't run out of anything good." He shoots the boy next to him a grin - Slav looks around Lance's shoulder, the moogle muttering under his breath about the chances the only food left will be jello.