[ Oh god of course you do, Dave. John can't help the very slight, very obvious wrinkle of his nose and snarl-like look of disgust that reveals his very large buck-teeth. Gummies. It's been the better of six years since he's dealt with being overfed sweets, and he still can't stop his stomach from churning at the mention of it. ]

[ But he's hungry. He's hungry and his best friend is offering him food when he is 100% sure he could easily be stingy about it. What a guy. John sighs. ]

Yeah, yeah you aren't wrong. I guess still having all our body parts in-tact with a working pulse is sorta a victory.

[ He takes one more look at their surroundings. It's getting pretty dark. ]

Swimming in a not-so-sure direction doesn't seem like a good idea, I'unno. We don't have much of a choice. Should probably stay here.

Bluh.

[ John lowers his head and holds out his hand. ]

Gummies. Please.