[Grats on successfully feeding yourself, Mittens. Truly you've evolved into a semi-feral kitten. Lenka is going to grab some of the obligatory fudge and start gnawing at it like a heathen, because he learned fudge-eating from all you heathens and has no idea that's not how you do it.]

For now. [it's soft, not terribly clear around a mouthful] I guess at this point, the cabins don't matter anymore. Not for us.

[Maybe they should be thankful there are people left at all, in the eighth week and after the last weekend's losses. He doesn't actually mind consolidating them all into one cabin, even if part of him will always be more attached to those he's been living more closely with.]