Max squints at him, in his emaciated state. Worrying. Does this guy have some kind of health condition? That's really weird.

So is the fact that, yeah, he actually hasn't been able to find a single kitchen. That's been low-key (actually high-key) panicking him since he realized it.

"Doesn't go bad? How can it not? Cooked food can't keep forever. Not even in the freezer."