"No, no. You got to cook it in front of him. Bring a pot out and start a fire. Get it going to lure him into a false sense of comfort. Then maybe feed it to him." Or he'll eat that burger instead. Lighting it on fire seems rude.

He stares at the egg now with a wide grin then O so casually speaks, "Is it bad I want scrambled eggs right now? Not this egg but eggs."