After hearing Blackmane's declaration of being willing to eat raw meat, Drake decided that the super-rare filet mignon was the best way to go. Plus, it doesn't take so long to cook he thought to himself as he retrieved three trays from the fridge; each contained a whole fillet of beef. He also noticed a glass jar in the side of the door bearing a familiar label; that's one of the tasty pre-made bearnaise sauces he thought approvingly as he withdrew that as well.
The skillets (one for Ragnar and one for himself) rested atop the hot plates; he deposited generous slabs of butter in each and let the metal heat up. The familiar scent of melting butter wafted through his nostrils. Moments like this make me think Julia Child was a total MILF. Finally he deposited the fillets of beef into the pans (two in Ragnar's pan, and one in his own). The sharp crackle of searing meat sliced through the air, but the cryokinetic only cooked the fillets for about fifteen seconds before rolling the meat around to an uncooked surface.
In only a few minutes, the Space Wolf had two large, bleu fillets of beef before him, slathered in a sauce condemned by the American Heart Association. Bobby's meal was only half the size, but no less decadent. The knives and forks were already laid out. "Fillet of beef with bearnaise sauce. Classic Terran dish," he said to the oversized viking with a proud smirk on his face. "Shall we begin?"