I considered myself lucky in that I never had to cook for four growing men. I tried it once, and they vehemently insisted that they do the cooking. Unbeknownst to them, I intentionally screwed up the meal. And when they didn't want to cook, we went to the cafeteria. Especially for breakfast.
"We only have a few weeks left," Dash said. "Then it's off to some far-off land where there's not shit to do. Know what I mean?" He took a huge bite of pancakes and then poured too much syrup on the remaining stack. He was still against the idea of hiking to Machu Picchu. He'd traced all the possible teleportation routes and found one that would put us right on top of the mountain and in the middle of the ancient city. I still insisted we hike.