Jamie wasn't sure how much of Toad's response was a joke or not, but decided to keep things light hearted. Though it was strange to have this guy he hardly knew comment on his eating habits, especially since he was right. "You got me. Guess I can't charm that lovely little meal away from you then." He reopened the fridge to take out some mystery meat, part 2.
He started perusing through some of the spices they still had. "You know after leaving the farm I though I would live my life on take-out." He glanced at the packet. "At least with Chinese you could be fairly certain it was cat or dog. Who butchered this and why didn't we have the common sense to label anything?" He looked down at the meat as he was pulling out some spices. Then he gave into the temptation and started having the piece he was going to cook for himself dance around and faked speaking for it.
"Moo... Mooo... Oink, Oink. I'm having an identity crisis here. Call the hotline. Help!"
"Don't worry little guy, I'll put you out of your misery." He stabbed the piece and placed it on a plate to be spiced as he made a long exaggerated death scene for the meal. He didn't know how the others would take his strange sense of humor but he was amusing himself pretty nicely.