He makes a small, noncommittal sound. He saw that movie, thank you very much. But, Hollywood aside, to each his own. Monkey brains, lightly sauted sheep's brain... Wouldn't have been his idea of good eats even before he got married.

"Every little bit counts. There's some big beetles out there. Snakes too, but they're difficult to find."

Perk of smelling like a bloated corpse is you bring all the bugs right to you.

"I...hatched some equipment," he says, glancing up again to Long's dark face, gesturing at a dry spot close to the entrance. There's a small bundle nestled beside what looks like a fern.

"In case. I got a few more rum bottles than I'd like to pay for, but I guess they can be good for something. Help yourself, if you want to."

Like liquid courage, or something along those lines.