You want me to make you chips? [Jake blinks at her. Technically he could... they had potatoes, and he just laid eyes on a mandolin around here. Hm.] I'm not doing fish, though. If you think any fish they can get up to space is gonna be fresh, forget it.

[He hops down from his search, heading over to the fridge to sniff out the protein selection. There is fish, actually, but Jake still isn't touching it.] How 'bout chicken? Chick'n an' chips, as you'd say.