Sage rolled his eyes when she spoke up and glanced over at the still sleeping baby, moving to the corner to grab one of the cans of food. "You want...peas or carrots," he asked, holding up two of the cans. "Those are our options," he mused. "And I'd rather have something ready for Liz when she wakes up, or she'll attract every zombie within a hundred miles radius," he half grumbled, but in a somewhat fond manner. The girl was loud...and got rather hangry. But he obviously still loved her. He did feel bad starting her on solid food so early....he mashed it up but still. He couldn't exactly breath feed her though, and milk wasn't available now. It had all gone spur, as it wouldn't stay good for long. He smiled slightly when he noticed Lucifer curl up by the baby, and then crawled back closer to the group.

"Mmmm, tough decision." T joked, holding her index finger to her mouth in mock-thoughts. "Eh, carrots." She shrugged, offering him a grin as he, affectionately, complained about Liz. "Understandable. I get mad too, when its early and I'm hungry." She teased, shifting to hold her clothes. "On another note, I hate to bother you, but I need to change and I'd rather you didn't get an eyeful." She joked, making a light circle with a finger. "So turn around or something." She said lightly.

Sage grunted in a sort of amused manner and nodded, setting the peas back down and crawling back over more towards the center of the room.

When the girl mentioned changing, he rolled his eyes but pointed to the rocks sitting by the wall. "I'm going toash some of these up for Liz," he said. "Change while I do that," he said with a shrug, moving in that direction. He didn't exactly mind one way or the other what he saw...he'd probably seen worse than a girl in a bra or whatever she had on. That sort of made him a bit curious, but after a moment he decided he didn't actually care much and opened the can, starting to grind up some of the carrots. He did so slowly, giving T plenty of time to change.

"That works for me." T shrugged, offering him a light smile before he turned around. She was rather quick about it, slipping into some rather tattered, tight jeans and a tight black T-shirt. After, she stuffed her dirty clothes back in her bag and crawled over to him, peeking over his shoulder. She was almost surprised he hadn't tried to catch a glimpse- it wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but it was nice to know he listened. "Looks like a lovely, nutritious breakfast." She joked, shuffling to sit beside him and watch him work. "So; what do you do if she doesn't like something she's supposed to eat?" She asked inquisitively, glancing over at the baby and her dog before stretching out.

Sage sort of nodded absentmindedly in response to her comment, just going about his business. He glanced back over his shoulder when he felt her hair brush his shoulder. "It's something," he mused with a shrug. He sort of sighed in response to her other comment and glanced over at the baby. "She normally doesn't put up a fuss. Once she gets hungry enough she'll eat," he said, honestly sorry about the bad food choices. He did the best he could though...and he worked hard to do it.

Tempe nodded lightly, watching him work lightly. "I understand. It's about the only thing you can do, I guess. I'm glad she's not too picky, though. That would be a nightmare." She shrugged, speaking softly in an attempt not to wake the baby.

"Alright, time for more twenty questions. What was your favorite hobby before the apocalypse?" She asked lightly, a bright look in her eyes as she sat up.

Sage sighed and nodded, setting the baby food to the side and taking a carrot out of the can for himself before offering the can to T. "We've both had to adapt to things. Namely, she's had to make a change from milk to food at three months old," he hummed. "Milk isn't something I can get so I'm just glad she's managed alright," he said, moving to sit down next to T, his back resting against the wall. He was suddenly conscious of the fact that she was definitely better fed than him. His shoulders may be wider, and he was a bit taller...and he didn't look starving, but he was definitely more lean than she was. Probably because he'd heasitated to eat before...made sure the rest of his family had soemthing. She only had to worry about herself...Lucifer could catch something if he had to.

He grunted in response to her comment though and shrugged. "Art," he said after a moment. "Drawing, painting, sculptures...you name it I probably loved doing it," he half chuckled. "That and a good book," he added before looking over at her. "What about you?"

T gently took the can from him, giving a nod of appreciation and taking one for herself before she passed it back. She raised her eyebrows in slight surprise at his comment, giving a nod and thinking on it for a moment. "That's had to be difficult. If I had to say, though, she's handling it pretty well. She doesn't look any worse for wear." She observed lightly, giving him a smile as he set himself next to her. She couldn't tell just what was going through his mind for the moment, but it seemed to have something to do with her. She brushed the thought away and listened eagerly to Sage explain his hobby, tilting her head and offering him a smile. "That's awesome. I'd love to see you do that, if we ever get the time or the resources. Till then, you could always go caveman on the walls, I guess." She joked, letting her shoulder gently brush his. She took in a breath and the question and thought for a few moments. "Reading was a big one. I was really into dystopian stuff. I also had a strange obsession with baking- bread, cake, cookies, you name it." She nodded lightly.

Sage took the can back and then set it down in between them, nodding with a sort of shrug. "We got through it alright," he mused. "I tried to just water it down a lot at first so she was still mostly drinking and then got more solid from there. Addign water helps hydrate her too though so it worked out," he admitted.

He chuckled slightly when she mentioned wanting to see his art and he shrugged. "I haven't had time to have fun," he mused. "maybe I will go caveman on you. Paint a big portrait of your face on the back wall of the cave and only grunt at you because i'm hyperfocused on art with mud," he joked. Then he nodded. 'I liked anything with action. Or anatomy. I'm a bit of a science nerd," he admitted with a chuckle. Then he groaned. "don't say that, you'll make me hungry," he joked.

"Look at you, Mr. Smart-parenting. You figured it out pretty well, I think. You should teach Planned Parenthood: Apocolypse Edition." She grinned, lightly cracking her knuckles out of idle habit.

"Isn't that what happens when you have kids? And... also when an apocalypse strikes? Doesn't leave much room for fun." She teased, laughing softly at his suggestion. "Then I'd really have to act like your mother. No drawing on the walls, young man!" She mocked a high pitched, haughty voice and scrunched her face up mockingly. "Then again, if you made me look good enough, I might not mind." She shrugged jokingly, smiling at him. "Hey, I feel that for sure. I used to love science when I was in school, I couldn't get enough of biology. Even in college." She said lightly, chuckling at his groan. "Ah, sorry. Aren't the carrots just as good?" She teased him gently.