Luke was holding a bag, and she could just make out what looked like six packs of jerky sticking out of it. She frowned, and Bastien sighed.
"Yeah," he said. "I know."
"You would think he'd get... I don't know, protein poisoning or something," she said. Well, probably not, since he worked out so much. What really didn't make sense was how he stayed so slim, working out like a pig and then downing beef bowls like his life depended on it.