Oh, there's about a month's worth of supplies because ugh, Jim does not like being made to come down here for trivialities. And he has a kitchen to store things in now, and a boyfriend he tries to make cook.

Jim glances over when a rat chitters at him - probably to do with the ice cream mess - and smirks a little. He writes a note on the iPad screen, and gives it to the creature to deliver.

You're welcome to the food, but if you drink all the alcohol and use all the lube, I'm going to be annoyed.

No signature. William can play guess who.