[Yeah, not bad cold. He looks over to the oven while chewing, but ultimately shakes his head. Way too much of a hassle... A microwave, maybe, but that he can't use in the dead of night without probably waking everyone else up. He finally moves over to the table as well, nudging a chair out with his foot and frowning over at Pen Pen. Penguin...

What's her na -- the penguin? No, that's dumb. He wouldn't know. Besides, Shinji said it was a boy penguin.]

Farrah something. Starts with an S. What are you gonna do about his...I dunno, tank? What do you keep penguins in when they aren't shoved into fridges?