"If you can get me a couple of the Buddhist dishes, or anything labeled vegetarian, I'll probably be good. I know Lois likes General Tso's Chicken, if that helps."

He runs a hand through his hair before heading back over to the oven, pulling out the pie. He never uses oven mitts when he's at home, but he puts one underneath the pan just in case.

"Is there anything you're going to need? I can rent a car or take you there if it's not nearby."