"I'd be down for that." Jim's done a fair amount of boxing, though his martial arts repertoire has expanded a lot since then, incorporating Vulcan moves and a few things he's copied from sessions with Samus. Either way, a structured kind of fight is the best kind, to keep his skills sharp and work out the muscles involved.

He turns his attention to the breakfast pizza. It's unfamiliar, but pretty good, all things considered. Privately, he wonders if Hunter is trying to choose things that Jim probably doesn't have memories associated with, but if he is, that's a damn good idea. Aside from the ration bar incident, he hasn't had a freakout over food yet, and that was less because of specific foodstuffs and more just... regular old trauma response. The same shit he's occasionally had to deal with over the last thirteen years.

"Too bad you don't have a treadmill or two," he comments through a mouthful of pizza. "We could try to run it out."