Pudding's lantern hasn't been repaired yet, so... Soldat will check the kitchen storage and try to find Law, if there's nothing there. They're still working on their bowl, but eye the cigarette with the usual vague interest a moment between bites. "Probably a good idea. Might need to get across the lake sometime."

They chew on a bite of well-marinated beef from the stew. "If the world comes back to life. Will there be fish? Or do we need to steal some to. Repopulate?"