"How the fuck do you make a sweet potato infinite?" Rhetorical question, clear by the look on his face, he doesn't expect Leon to be able to answer to begin with, but that sure was a hell of a sentence. "Nevermind, if it's the power of the gods they're not gonna justify a damn thing."

He returns to his stew, eyeballing the contents of it just a little closer. He hadn't actually been thinking about how they had to have been feeding all these people that had apparently just arrived, including him. So apparently they have actual, literal divine intervention to thank for all of it.

"Guess I should make sure to say my Hail Marys", he mutters around a mouthful. "Or whatever the equivalent is here."