He laughed quietly at the thought. Alas, he had no choice, for he suffers the consequences of remembering to eat...!

His hands folded over his stomach as he lifted a leg. Wiggled a hoof. "...Gonna miss being able to see these suckers after a fashion. But I guess I'll be so distracted over everything else..."

A pause, and he drummed his fingers. "They're gonna listen to lots of music while they're cookin' in here. And there's going to be polka, of course. Non-negotiable."