"Eyyyeew, seriously?" Donnie frowns around the end of the jerky. "I mean, I guess we can't be terribly picky about fashion when we're in some dilapidated something-apocalyptic world but still! There are just some things you don't do!"

He's still working his way through the end of the first piece of jerky as he reaches for a second. "What's he even going to make things out of? The mere suggestion of socks and sandals just seems particularly unreasonable for colder climates."