Oh yeah, all over. I never actually learned to pick a lock, but I'm real good at the, uh, fiddly work. Loads of practice. None of the locked doors around here are giving up the goods yet.

[But here's to hoping. What he would give for even a crumb of indication that there is, indeed, a reason behind this whole place and their presence in it. A list of rules. A crackly voice-changer speaker. Anything. At least then there would be a place to start.

In the spirit of not getting too in his head about it, though: ooh, a sample? A treat, for him? 👉👈 He raises an eyebrow-]

Well, now I feel like a little kid begging for dinner early... [but he's still going to take this little piece and "ow ow hot" at it for a second before he pops it in his mouth. chew....] Hey, it's good!