Still, for stock ta be this low…

[Scratching at the base of his antlers, he finally gives a shrug and lightens up again.]

Ah well. At least everyone is well fed, ain’t they? And besides, there’s far dirtier kitchens ta work in. The worst ya get is a little bit of a surprise in yer fortune cookie, so ta speak.

[You know, growing antlers or wings, no big.]