Oh, no, that's okay! [ says Orpheus, hurriedly. He picks up a short stack, seems to consider it for a moment, then carefully puts one more pancake on top of it with a fork. Just one. He feels guilty about it for a moment, but... they are already all made up, and it's not like anyone else is taking them at the moment. ]

How are supplies in the kitchen? Do you think there's going to be enough for everyone for the next... um. However long we might be here? [ Possibly indefinitely if no one murders anyone else, which, Orpheus personally feels is going to be the case. Hopefully someone comes by to restock the kitchen eventually? Or they get let out before any of that becomes necessary. ]