I have meat patties! And bagels in the fridge, which are close enough to patties! And yeah, the instant stuff's under there.

[ He points to some random cupboard. Meanwhile, he's crawling under the sink for... something. Oh, THERE'S where he left the spatula! Wow. As he's crawling out, he grins at Tatsumi. His voice takes on a Southern drawl. Welcome to the wonderful world of America's varied and fluctuating accents that I sadly attempt to phonetically type out. ]

Louisiana's mine, ain't it? Gimme some crawfish, bell peppers, onion, celery, an' spices, an' I can make a pretty mean gumbo.