He could smell the potatoes from the living room. His appetite started to get to him.. just the smell alone made him want to get up. But for his own safety, he didn't get up.. he probably would've hurt something, since his body was in recovery mode. Can't move too much.
"Mm.. smells so good.."
— was dancing about the kitchen ;; tossing cut up potatoes which were actively aflame.
.. seems to know exactly what he's doing though. All whilst semi singing to himself about in an apron.
... where did he GET that ..?