This worked for Boney, he was fully OM NOM NOM-ing away and staying out of their hair.

Flint, meanwhile, went for the manliest thing available: RIBS a roast beef sammich.

"It... was, wasn't it?" Flint paused for a moment, realizing that it had been a while since he had last seen Tazmily. Last Christmas, maybe? Another time he couldn't recall? He didn't like that thought one bit. "Huh. Been a while. I'm sure it's just as nice as ever. Maybe even better, with less of those... things around."