MacCready thought about things for a long, heavy moment. "Well, then we gotta just hope that either we don't double our current population or somehow the pantry accounts for that. Ain't gonna be sustainable otherwise." Not that he was making charts or graphs or any of that science-y math crap. That was all beyond him. There just seemed, right now, to be way more rooms than there were people and they were gonna end up real fucked real quick if things kept up like they seemed to. Even if it tapered off there was still gonna be an eventuality of not enough food. Probably most people didn't know how to handle something like that.