Good, 'cause I don't actually have any meat in the fridge.

[These days, Crow prefers to catch his fish fresh.

Crow turns on the heating element, adding a pinch of salt to the saucepan of water before ducking back to the fridge and pulling out a carton of eggs and a bunch of vegetables.]

So what's the deal with you being as old as the planet? Because if that's actually true, you uh. [The ridge above one of Crow's eyes rises] Aged really well.