A tube of raisins, a jar of Nutella, and thou

I walked into the common room when everyone else was at dinner and found Sal there.  He was sitting next to an open container of raisins, an open jar of Nutella, and a chocolate-smeared knife.  He was gazing at his laptop and chewing something.

Full of certainty in my morally superior dietary views, I decided to intervene.  

"Is that your dinner?" I asked.  "That's not dinner."

Sal swallowed and gave me a hostile stare.  "No," he said truthfully.  "That's someone else's Nutella knife."

Thus, the picture below is merely a fabrication.