Canned... fish. [ He repeats the words, his nose wrinkling. He can't say exactly why but that sounds awful to him. Maybe it's disrespectful to the fish, to can them. ] Yes, well. We could try! Or get someone else to try!

[ He can't cook so help him. Well, either way, he leans in with a smile, all polite charm ]

So, what's your favorite food, Estelle? Something as unique as your 'do?