"I was at the start, but then there were feelings and now I'm in a mess. Don't worry about that, though." That was his own problem.

The tiefling taps his lower lip slightly and then starts counting on his slim but calloused fingers. "...don't eat anything that isn't cooked by actual people also trapped here, it has a tendency to fuck with your body or mind. Unless you're in the mood for that, of course. Sometimes weird shit happens, like sudden blizzards, or all the flowers bloom at once."

Those were the nicer ones, but he doesn't have to scare the shit out of Fish. "Sun's out about once a week. Savor it, these gray skies are terrible on the complexion."