The food we made back home was, eh... particular. Real particular! Unless you wanna tell me those Backstreets o' yours were hidin' the entirety of Louisiana in'em, I dunno how easy it woulda been for your world just stumble 'cross that kinda cuisine...
But that just means I wanna share it with ya even more.

[Food is also, like, his main love language. Chipp struggles to get across how he feels for his friends, sometimes, but there's no way to miss those feelings when he's gone and made them a big, warm meal.

Or killed someone for them.
But mostly the first thing.]