We're managing. Brenda and I have been cooking up a storm over here, and he's probably not going to need even a quarter of the food we've made. You can come claim some baking or something.
It's okay, Lilo and Cassie would eat me alive if they couldn't see big Cass in the hospital, they're morbidly curious about how bad it is. I love my weird little chimps, I do.