Tommy doesn't even have to finish talking before Dustin stands up, chair loudly sliding out from underneath him as he makes his way to the counter. He brings with him his first glass that he drank out of, plus the glass that Tommy sipped out of earlier and left on the table.

"Yeah, sure," he says dismissively, with a clip of sarcasm. "I've cut a vegetable before. I can wash some dishes when I'm done eating instead, if you don't trust me with this very difficult task."

The snark appears to be just for show; Dustin looks eager to put his time in so he can eat something. He shuffles around the back of the counter. "Just point me wherever, I'll figure it out."