Shockingly, I'm asked that a lot. [He feels like his liquid is finished because the smell of burning has been happening for the past 30 seconds and that's the sign of some good ass food there. He pops off the burner.] And the answer is always no. Except high off my own excellent fumes, if that counts. Children always gathering 'round me like I'm some sorta rubber cement jar cracked open for their enjoyment. Gotta put a warning label on me, keep me locked up in the arts and crafts cupboard.

[Beat.]

But, yeah, no, I'm not.