Luke shot Sheba an annoyed look, ready to launch into full blown argument number 347 until Piers managed to defuse the situation before it even started. He stuck his tongue out at her instead, before ignoring her, rubbing at his eyes. It was too early for this...

"You want me to work?" he asked, like it was some kind of foreign concept. "Doing what?"

And as much as he hated it, he'd rather wait for food. Lost food was a horrible travesty that needed to be avoided at all costs.