Yes, and then he can eat with us! He usually eats with me. Most of the time.

[Diarmuid climbs out of the hole and dusts his clothes off.]

I don't know if he actually keeps any food in his room. He doesn't know how to cook any better than I do. Well...

[The boy pauses a moment to think abut something before continuing.]

...maybe he knows how to cook over a fire. He's been out hunting already! But cooking over a fire is different than cooking with any of that stuff!

[He motions toward the stove and the microwave.]

Much different!