He's about to shoot back that no, she doesn't, but then realizes from the tone of her voice that she actually does. He bites his lip and keep petting the cow. "Even if I tried assuming the best, I can't not see the worst. It's like this, um, like this stain or after-image or..."

He looks like he's trying to find the right words and just getting frustrated. Maybe he could write it down. He's always been better in writing than just talking, but he'd never actually show anyone what he does. He's been working on some short stories late at night.

"That one's Worcestershire and the other one's Ribeye. Maybe this one over here is Babyback." He points to the others, clearly feeling encouraged that Cassie's rolling with it.