I miss those standard, boring backyard parties like crazy. Not even going to lie. A good cook-out with someone's substandard potato salad and maybe some grilled corn? Ah, that was the best.

[He never got to do that in prison. But even without any kind of seasoning, he should be able to handle frying up some meat.]

[He does, however, try a piece of it straight up raw to see how it tastes. Before adding a quick-] I'm allowed. I got the system for it.