Yeah. [ Distraction from petty disagreement: officially acquired. ] Just— jerkey. Packaged. And some freeze dried broccoli and carrots mix.

So we might get scurvy, but... [ A dry, mono-syllable chuckle. ] We shouldn't starve to death. [ Except that Robbie apparently hasn't found any. And they've already established that they can't find each other based on verbal directions alone. Will's smile fades fast. ]

I'd share what I found, but... [ But he literally can't. There's a tight apology in his voice. ]