[He busies himself in the kitchen, pouring water safely stored in mason jars into cups.]

It's holding. Not as well as I'd like, but it's something. I'm not going to starve anytime soon, and I've given a bit of it away.

[To a dog and a cat because he likes animals a hell of a lot more than he likes people.]

Oh, so you get to be the 'other woman'? That's not a bad thing.