Oh, Balthazar's not happy about the typewriter, either. It occurred to him on the way out, but he came to the same conclusion as Chuck. It might not be too heavy, but it's certainly too awkward a thing to haul through a cavern.

After a few hours in the tunnels, he's footsore and grouchy, but for some reason it hasn't actually occurred to him to eat or drink any of the provisions he's brought. Force of habit, perhaps, not needing nourishment? In any case, when he stumbles across Chuck at a junction in the tunnels, he's relieved, and quick to think of the meager snacks he's carrying. "Chuck! I was worried; I didn't know whether you'd left or not. Are you thirsty?"