"Keep it. I only need two, anyway." He threw oil into a beaten, scraped pan and watched it sizzle for a minute before throwing the vegetatables and the chicken in. "And what, Harv - I started it, so I should, uh, finish it, too? That's not how it works, and you know it."

Oil spit at him and so he growled and covered the whole damned thing with the pan's lid, turning to look at Harvey. "Did you want something? Or are you just here to badger me until I have food for you?"