“I see,” Jack nodded. He did indeed need to be on his toes or else he might end up stuck here forever and then he’d never be able to live with himself then. He’d live forever hoping from one place to another. That wasn’t what he needed to think about right then though. He had to focus on getting out of there, not on what only might happen. “Well angels and me do not mix, so hopefully I won’t have to worry too much with it,” he said with a shrug. It was the truth. The Pumpkin King and holy figures didn’t really get along, it was just how nature or God or whoever made them.
“Well if it’s a win/win then I suppose it will help then,” he chuckled. “I’d like to try whatever you recommend. I’m afraid all I’ve ever had is rotten fish, foggy bog water and moldy bread,” he explained. Though to him, those were like a ham and swiss sandwich with a soda. It wasn’t terrible, but he’d been a skeleton them and only had a minor digestive system that he couldn’t eat or drink too much with small withered intestines. “Sandwiches and soups sound nice. I’ll give those a try,” he said with a smile.