Alastor nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared down at the jar for a bit before placing it back in the fridge.

"I see," he said, taking out a packet of meat and examining it curiously before returning it as well and taking a moment to think, all the while letting the cold air seep out into the room.

"Tell me," he went on, closing the door at last as he turned to face Andy. "What would you recommend I fuel this prison of mine with? I haven't exactly had time to see what it is humans need to eat specifically in order to survive after all, although I doubt it's things like burgers or mustard."