"Why would you keep a zombie in your basement? But yeah, we've got everything from plague zombies to some sort of magical attack. Rather odd, seeing science and magic living side by side. I don't think it could happen anywhere but here." He reached into his desk, pulling out a few of the suckers he'd gotten back planet side and tossing them at Howard. "Wood is bad for your digestion, chewing on it can cause splinters lodging in your throat and stomach. Which leads to internal bleeding and other health problems."

He shrugged. "It was a bit complicated at first. Hard to put down a start date for it. So at least two years is the best estimate I can give you." He watched, not moving to interrupt the grab. "I meant there wasn't much use for me to hide them in my desk and not share, is there? They'll spoil before I eat them all. Maybe Conner could snack through most of them, but he'd get sick."