Tobias finally turned his gaze on Simms with mounting confusion. What did he need five lunches for? "Why?" He regretted asking almost immediately, quickly walked over to grab two of the lunches to carry over to the counter. "I mean, it's just... it's the same stuff they've been eating. I'll just take them now." He could see Lennon, and check on Edwin and stuff, and tell Owen... well, he didn't want to tell Owen about Cecilia and the ice. The guy looked close to snapping already.
Tobias glanced into the sink where Simms had dropped a pan and it took him a moment to realize that it had been lunch meat in the pan. His nose wrinkled and Tobias turned to Simms. "What is that?" Expired meat, maybe? Was he going to feed people bad meat so they'd get sick?