Izzy gazed at the man as he listed things. Why was he asking him what he wanted? Why not just make something and shove it at him like most other people did? Izzy really wasn't sure what to do with the options handed to him; he wasn't used to making choices for himself. 
"Uh....roast beef sounds good," He said, hesitantly. What if that was the wrong answer? Would Garin get pissed off at him? Would he not get anything?