"None of them seem like much fun, from what I've seen." The convenience of not having, or not being able to eat the food the village provides is debatable--no one's really made him catch a squirrel to get his protein for the day, in this year of village life or from what he's read of the last one. "I wasn't aware sexiness was the big concern, but noted."

Unlike other certain horrible secrets that came to light weeks later anyway, this one affects him shockingly little.

"Some people make their weird shit work for them," he says, nodding at the far more existentially baffling grey dude with horns, who doesn't seem to own any shirts and has had no one asking him to find one.