[ Jake sniffs at a few slabs of mystery meat wrapped in butcher paper. One was definitely lamb, no thank you. Another, pork. The third, a wholly unidentifiable scent that honestly had Jake pretty curious. If he wasn't cooking for the world's pickiest boy, he probably would've pulled it out to try. Later, definitely.

Jake sniffs the last package; beef, and with a pretty good fat content too. Oh, yeah. That'll do it. ]

Aw, I bet whatever you did wasn't so bad! [ He shuts the fridge door, carting the meat over to the bowl Finn already set out for him. ] And trust me, it isn't gonna be half as embarrassing as all the stuff I'm gonna tell 'em.