[ The good stuff actually keeps you alive as opposed to whatever bodily horrors that much salt would inflict, but he doesn't argue the point. He's not able to be useful with cooking any longer, but he has two legs, two arms and a decent sense of direction; he can fetch the ingredients for things like soup or other easy to make meals when they're not eating at restaurants. ]

Spices, yes. There should be three on the list. The second, I'm uncertain if we'll find. Then we'll move onto the canned goods.

[ They don't need it, though, so he's not overly concerned on if the shopkeeper will have it or not. They can always try another one later down the line, and it isn't as if they'll be cooking overly complicated meals with him out of commission. The nudge draws his attention as intended and then there's the press of Noct's arm, generous as ever and managing not to make it seem like pity or worry.

Gently, he accepts the invitation and faces the same direction, cane in front of him, passing his phone to Noct for him to examine the list. He'd simply copied and pasted Noct's requests at the bottom: there were no revisions. ]

It shouldn't total over four hundred for spices - they're dried, not fresh and we don't require much. The other totals are listed at the bottom.