That'll be my next desperate appeal to everybody online. "Hey, remember me, I thought we were all going to kill each other? Well this time, I need to know how long to preheat the oven for garlic bread..."

[That'll go over great, probably. He'll get made fun of the exact same amount, which is comforting, but in a ghoulish way.

Anyway, here are the meat slices, carefully passed one at a time as he finishes his slicing task. They're still uneven, but it's fried spam and not wagyu beef, so it'll do.]

I'm pretty hungry, and I haven't had a home-cooked meal in, uh... dunno, over a year? So I might cry, in that compliment-y way. Just don't make fun of me for sobbing over some toast and we're good.