"Kinda hard when you don't have your force behind you. Or like... the internet." He so desperately wants to Google: what the fuck is going on.

"It gets cold but nothing else. I've had this tray of mashed potatoes in my room for two weeks and it hasn't even dried out and gotten crusty. It's still good, just.. room temp and kinda dusty because I forgot to cover it because I didn't think it would work." He shrugs, "I could probably eat two week old mashed potatoes and be okay, but it's definitely not rotten. I'm trying not to think about how that works and just enjoy it."