...What? No. Don't...don't start doing that. I'm not looking for any pity. I've had hundreds of home-cooked meals since then, and I'm a damn good chef.

[You have to be when you're a wendigo. Sure, he's snek now, but he remembers all too well that feeling of being hungry every second of every minute of every hour of ever...so on and so on.

He only knows how to cook bread, fish, and human, though.]

I eat people, Hunk.

[But this time, for the first time ever in his life? He's telling it as a joke. He wants to see the look on Hunk's face when he freaks out! But he's not so cruel as to let that hang in the air.]

What do you think I eat? I eat the same things everyone else eats...but nothing sweet. ...Why am I even telling you that?

[He takes his coffee bitter and with no sugar or cream because he's a monster who doesn't know how to have fun.]