He gives his best puzzled stare. “A what?” It sounds like some kind of turtle. He isn’t sure though. Their world is weird and has smelly birds instead of horses. “I don’t know what that is.” He shrugs, adding lightly. “I’m not a cook of any kind. It’s actually better for everyone I stay out of the kitchen.”

He doesn’t sound miffed. He frankly could care less what people think of that. “But I think from how the Abomination made of tentacles passed out after eating it. Better we didn’t try that soup.”