"At the party? Some dinner. Was there even food?" He has his priorities very straight. "Sounds just like home."

Hopefully with less questionable meat chunks. He digs another marshmallow out of the bag to start roasting, he's someone who used to subsist on junk food and energy drinks, and oh how he's missed sugar.

"Huh, that's longer than I expected." furrowing his brow as he wonders why it would take them a week to all kill each other. Unless they're somewhere really huge and spread out.