[ He knows how that looked, but... he had to convince himself that this was a good idea. That there was nothing to be afraid of. And then he sighs, and the tension escapes with the exhale. There's a moment's pause, and he begins sharpening the knife with a carefree smile. ] But it'll be fine! We're all in the same boat, except I have a pile of food that I can cook into delicious meals.

Also how do you feel about dessert?