"No," he says, sharp, angrier than he means to be. "Not on myself. Hunger saps strength, and depriving myself would only just keep me too weak to help others. When drowning, get to shore before rescuing others."

He sighs, and seeing his drink empty, puts the cup in the dirty rack and gets himself apple wassail. "But there's a reason that no one goes hungry where I can see them starve."