Shrieky takes a break from picking at his nut roast to tear off some bread for himself, and sweep it through the hummus. It's like a delicious edible spoon, "Flies graveyard? And... the fruits are supposed to be the flies? Because they are small and dark in the same way?"

He takes another sweep of hummus, and pushed the bread all the way into his mouth, before holding his hand up to block the view of it while he chewed. "Who is housing you now? And where are you going?"

Mouth now emptied, he wipes the back of his hand across his lips and glances at Benji's plate, "Is it good? Oh, would you like some water as well? Sometimes I forget to drink..."