Oliver chuckled, but headed for the fridge anyway to at least see what was there. "Yeeeeeah, but as the responsible adults we should probably set an example, though," he mused, trying to sound a little disappointed. "And we're not allowed to let me get fat, remember?" He sifted through the shelves a bit, wondering if maybe he shouldn't have offered to make Marco something. He could check in later maybe, when he and Jerome were done hanging out. Edwin needed to eat too, unless he and Dylan decided to wander by.
After taking a quick mental stock, he leaned back out of the fridge to glance at Jerome. "They got a bit of everythin' in here. I think I'm gonna grab a roast beef and swiss. You got a preference?"