Jay doesn't think he's hungry, though he's not sure if it's the lack of a body or just the fact that he's never been great at judging that stuff.

Still, watching the plate spin in the microwave is oddly engrossing. The times he's had pizza rolls instead of a proper meal (more than he'd like to admit), he's not sure if he's ever had them in the stove. Too long, too much effort, not worth it. It's food either way.

He glances back at Tim. Tim looks freezing. Jay wonders how long it'll take him to get another towel. Or change. Or something.