Okay. Aah... [He hesitates for a moment, then decides to scoop up Ryoga in his arms.] Okay. There's food over this way...

[And the pig will find himself carried over closer to the fire. Okay, so a teenage boy's mini-party doesn't have much to offer besides potato chips and cupcakes... but he'll sit in the sand again with Ryoga in his lap, snagging a bag of them and offering a handful up.]

Sorry, um... we don't really have any real food. But it's better than nothing.