"Not cooked yet. In the warehouse." He nodded toward the edge of the quarry, and the rest of the lot. "Has to be cooked over a fire." Hulk liked his food simple, not complicated. He started up the quarry wall, simple carving out handholds and footholds as he went, climbing up. Hulk did not see any reason to wait.
Hulk had worked hard so far, and would work hard into the night. He would make most of his home by this evening. Then? Then he would start to furnish it.