The first call he makes home goes something like this:
Dad: "Was it edible?"
Me: "IT WAS AMAZING!"
Dad: "HAHAHAHA, Put Brother on the phone"
Bro: "Yeah.. yeah. I survived, it was edible."
OH. MY. GOD.
WHERE IS THE UNDYING FAITH IN THEIR DAUGHTER/SISTER?!
Someone call the police because both of them are missing a heart(s).
In my defense, the food was totally awesomelicious.