[He nods, like he understands what that is like. But he really doesn't. The last time he lived in a dorm, he was 10, and they weren't letting the little kids make the food. After that, he was mostly homeless and just...borrowed from unwilling establishments. When he decided to stay at camp, dryads handled the food. There'd never been a time or place to learn to cook for himself.]
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They are weird. I usually just buy from the café. It gets pricey, but at least I won't poison myself.