"They staved off the Hunger, during the..." Lupa pauses for a moment, "weird weekend."

After a moment more, he admits almost sheepishly, "but only the Oran ones now. I don't have Iron Stomach like this, and the others had worse unpleasant side effects than the moldy rolls and rancid gravy of the Junkyard. But I will not be caught unaware the next weird weekend, so I eat."

Lupa's mouth quirks up a little. "Most things would be; I can only think of one thing worse."