"Yeah, uh, I can...do that. Kinda grew up in a restaurant." In a manner of speaking. Not to mention that the whole gang ended up getting corralled to help with kitchen tasks periodically, because Mrs. Chu'd said if they were going to take up space in her kitchen they'd damn well better earn it. She was scary enough to be a Red Pole herself.

He doesn't want to use the word 'butcher' right now, though, since that was basically what had happened to him - hung from a pipe like a side of beef and cut open, and now here he is, stomach wound gone but blood all over his clothes all the same. (The least Hell could do was clean him up, like, c'mon.)

"Haha. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? Everything's fine." He says, his voice raising an octave. Jackie Ma is a poor liar. Jackie Ma has also never been okay in his life.