You know, he'd just been about to go out and look for Steven, but apparently Darcy found him first... and he's worked himself up and seems to think this is a 'let me talk to the manager' type of situation. He winces as he circles around the beds and comes closer.

"It's not-- an egg allergy. He's vegan." An egg won't kill him, thankfully. He huffs out a sigh.

"Steven, c'mon, buddy. Let's calm down, alright?" He'd been kind of hoping to tell-- Steven about the whole murdering-each-other shit himself precisely for this reason.

"No one's killing each other, alright?" They'd surely know that's the game by now. Hopefully.