He raised his eyebrows, both because whatever mental image that was trying to supply was a funny one, and because he didn't remember her trying to cook the damn thing.
"You mean you tried to cook it? I only remember you trying to shove it still alive at my face."
That wasn't a teasing jab, either. That was a sincere question. That memory in his head ended with her saying "go on, taste it!" and the frog making a disturbingly distressed sound.