Oh, yeah, its- like chicken fat? [Peter always just accepted chicken schmaltz as a fact of life. Clearly, he was wrong.] It came up a lot when Ben cooked.

[There is some odd irony to the fact Ben is a safer topic than May at the moment. Something Peter doesn't entirely grasp.]

Yeah, true. Just hard to really picture right now. [He dusts his hands off carefully on a hand towel nearby.] I've been sending people messages too, to see if they'd like any.