Stuart's jaw had been dropped for about one minute, before he caught himself and laughed. "Hahahh... very funny..." he said outloud as if to assure himself more so then her. He went to the kitchen mumbling about what he got himself into then opened the fridge. "Milk... a half eaten Mars bar. Apples, and..." he covered his mouth and shut the fridge door with his eyes closed tight. "Oh god, I think that was last weeks peanut butter sandwich..." he grumbled, swallowing his vomit.