I will need more honey- [as he lines up the ingredients, the almost-fresh produce which makes him frown (the celery dangles limply from his fingers) and finds a pot in the nearest cupboard.] if you can find it. All I found in the storage room was this... it's supposed to be honey, but I've never seen honey this color. Or this liquid. [a bear-shaped pot of 'honey' joins the line of things he will need.]

I would be more concerned about suffocating, than alarming anyone. [but...] it is possible to find a place with fresh air and a proper wood-stove in the simulation room.

[The last thing he lines up, is a short row of fresh herrings.]

How good are you at deboning fish?