Christ. Party's eating like he hasn't seen solid food in three weeks. It should be gross or something, he supposes, but it ends up being more entertaining than anything, and he laughs one of his weird little snickers.

He's amused enough to continue feeding the zoo exhibit, this time by scooping up a piece of potato and catapulting it towards Party's dish. "Yep. And it's a lot harder than it sounds, actually." All this playing around with his food doesn't seem to be breaking his stride in the conversation, at least. "Dunno what she's gonna do. There's supposed to be some project or somethin' Better Living's workin' on, and I guess this fucker either helped or saw or knows how to wreck it."