[ He looks at the apron, blinks at it, and a moment later he's wearing it. ]

I don't know.

[ He tucks his wings close to his body, self-consciously. ]

I don't know what peanut butter is. Is it for dogs? I should feed it to Starky.

[ He rummages around, but the more he looks around the stranger the ingredients become, more and more from his home universe appearing. They also seem to be endless. ]

Do you think bantha jerky is almost the same thing?