Uh... [He leans back, looking away at the food scattered across the kitchen and scratching at his beard.] Not for a while. Probably lost the knack. That was with a kitchen that actually made sense, too. And food you didn't have to catch and kill and plant in the fucking fields yourself just to get fuckin lunch going. So, I don't know. No, probably, by your standards.

[They're stupid standards. Is that clear? This place is stupid. The kitchen is stupid. He's tired of forgetting to come to the kitchen at the right time and having to survive off fruit.]

Don't worry, I'm not gonna start knocking on your door in the middle of the night with uncontrollable pizza cravings, or anything.