[Finn makes an exasperated sort of noise, his other arm sort of flailing at his side.] I just woke up, the only food I have is an apple for the horse! [aka, he only thought that far. And the apple is probably bruised from his earlier doggo-contact.]

...I don't want to think about jerky right now. [The sacrifices. Sob.]

Three of them. Annoyingly enough.