[The admission has Oswald lifting his head to look at him, wide-eyed.]

Oh. [He says lamely, feeling a vague clenching in the pit of his stomach and kicking himself for not having guessed as much.] ...There should be canned goods in the pantry... sardines and the like, from what I recall. Or we could make an omelet, if you prefer. If there is anything you need, please, do not hesitate to ask.