Will shrugged, taking a bite of the grayed matter on his plate that he assumed were supposed to be eggs. Screwing up his nose a bit at the blandness and the slimy texture, he paused, forcing himself to swallow. "Wouldn't go for the eggs." He croaked, placing his fork back onto the tray. "They're worse than-" Will paused, about to compare it to his brother's terrible cooking. He would give anything just to have another meal with him again, terrible food and all.
His mouth felt dry, and it wasn't from the eggs. "Cardboard." He finished his sentence, realizing that he had trailed off. "Tastes worse than cardboard."
Taking Jonah's question as a welcome distraction, Will answered quickly. "Oh man, I was out before my head hit the pillow." He said, giving a chuckle. It didn't sound forced unless you were looking for the low tone that haunted his voice.