Oh yeah, the bug thing. He's not sure what to make of that. On one hand, he doesn't like the idea. On the other, it's not like they're plucking them out of trees or something. If the food isn't bad, does it matter what the ingredients are?

"Uh-huh." He nods as he leads them into the kitchen—no sense standing out here talking when they came here for the same reason. "Every day I got a destination and a goal. It was pretty routine."