“Can’t argue that,” Zach answered, agreeing with Bea’s point. They may not be awesome, but he was fairly certain that dying of starvation was worse. But people still found things to complain about, even if those things were the very items keeping them alive. It was as if people still expected the luxuries in life, even while they were fighting to stay alive. “My medical opinion would be that no, starving is not the best way to go, but then again I don’t think dying is supposed to be pleasant.” He shoved aside any thoughts of his siblings that sprang up at that point. Talk of death always seemed to remind him of Gordy and Sasha.
He fought back any urge to smirk when she informed in that she only hit people if they deserved it. Clearly he hadn’t gone so far over the line as to deserve to be hit, which had to be a good thing, right? “I’ll make a note of that,” he replied. “They can, and at the end of the day all it is gossip.” Or most of it was, some of what got around about him was actual truth, but he would let Bea weed out what she did and didn’t believe about him.
“A truce would probably make the next portion of time easier on both of us,” he remarked with a small smile. Holding open the canvas bag without comment, he just shrugged at her words about someone coming to look for him. “Nah, Talia will keep them from sending out a search party, she’s rational like that,” Plus they all knew how nice it was to get out of the infirmary sometimes, so could they really fault him for taking a few extra minutes to enjoy it? That was if you could consider bickering with Bea enjoying his free time.
Against his better judgment he smirked. “Trust me, I’ve sweet talked my way out of worse.” Still, he probably shouldn’t press his luck. “But I think we’ve got everything now, so we should probably get a move on. Unless you really want to play audience to my sweet talking.”