After some normal shopping and the leftover dry goods from Ragnarok, Dorian discovered this problem:
"I can't believe we have seventeen quarts of oatmeal in the house."
"We gotta start eating that, Adom. Like for dinners and stuff."
"Fine, I'll figure out something I can make with it."
"There's lots of things you can make with oatmeal."
"Look, I told you before you bought it that I won't eat oatmeal."
"I thought you said you didn't like grits."
"No, grits, I'll eat. I hate oatmeal."
"Well, fuck. How do I keep messing that up?"
"I don't know, but it's resulted in us having seventeen quarts of oatmeal."