He rolls his eyes, "You'll be begging me for chicken before this gets even a touch of freezer-burn." But he hustles back into the kitchen to plate anyway. There's a bit of simple seaweed and daikon salad in a bowl that he'd been waiting to spring on Marvelous.

He brings out the chicken, cabbage, and salad very, very carefully, and sets them on the table. "Dinner is served!" he chimes triumphantly, more from the fact that he managed to set the food down without spilling any than anything.