Five frowns, lifting an eyebrow. "You're such a fucking bad liar, Number Four," he mutters, rolling his eyes. Whatever that was, Number Four knows something, but Five isn't going to ask. No, he's not going to ask; he doesn't want to know. What Number Five wants is to go back home, apologize to Vanya for not listening to her, and never fucking time travel again. That's what Number Five wants.

"I need sustenance," he says, looking back up at Number Four. "I didn't finish my dinner and maybe I'll be able to jump again after I eat something. Help a guy out?"