Managing a meek smile at least, looking somewhat tired. “Wouldn’t bet on it.” Chas remarked, back to stuffing his hands into his pockets and turning to follow John to the kitchen. Not all too sure whether all of the inhabitants were even up for normal food.
Either way, it was something to do, and that was better than nothing. Or leaving Chas to more outbreaks that would probably result in a heart attack for one of them, at best.