[It does remind him a little of that first time, when Arcade had followed him - still in his lab coat with a plasma pistol hidden underneath it - out into the wasteland. It hadn't taken long before he found better clothes. A coat and shirt will never be any good against a bullet.]

Did my cookin' keep us alive or not? [He challenges with a crooked grin. Sure, seared deathclaw meat is never going to be high on the wishlist of anyone when it comes to desired meals, but it sure tasted better than root vegetables day after day.]

Didn't see you steppin' up t' the plate, buddy. But don't worry, I ain't cookin'.