"Maybe." The wry tone hasn't left her voice. "But that isn't saying much, is it? Better stick to whatever it is you're feeding them, or it'll be take-out until the fucking cows come home."

Yeah, the charred whatever that's now soaking in the kitchen sink isn't much competition for anyone. It's definitely not edible, and probably never was.

"If you ever get Ported out, there's a non-zero chance that they'll actually starve."