[ He tips his plate back, holding it vertically against his chest. Gotcha. But his eyes linger on the food as it continues to blacken over the grill. He has too much sympathy for that poor food to step away so quickly. ]
Well... you know it's burning, right? Can't you smell it?
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[ He tips his plate back, holding it vertically against his chest. Gotcha. But his eyes linger on the food as it continues to blacken over the grill. He has too much sympathy for that poor food to step away so quickly. ]
Well... you know it's burning, right? Can't you smell it?