*Stop trying to make Lola do math, Lola is bad at math. She can cook because she knows how something should feel, and she just does that and doesn't do what feels wrong. But now she's trying to figure out how much space in the floor can be allotted to food and growing.*

We're not exactly on the first floor. I don't know anything about growing anything. I can't even grow any taller. As for hunting... If you can do it without bringing back all the bits of an animal we don't cook? I mean, the advantage to going to a butcher shop is they don't give me anything with a face.

*Lola can get past them having a face, but she'd rather not have to think about that.*