Ronan's pretty sure that has more to do with commercialism or what-the-fuck-ever, but he responds only with an arched eyebrow as Adam shifts beside him. He leans himself, discarding the bottle of beer, but keeping hold of the water as he settles back. Maybe cooking will be more effort than he thinks, but it's not like he's hurting on time.

And they do have a shitload of eggs to use.

"Noah brought pot," he says like that's in any way similar. He shrugs then, lips curling into a sneer as he puts on a voice to add, "We could play charades."