Eliot settled down at the table leaning on it as not to put pressure on his back. He shook his head at the idea of Tylenol 3 though. "Nothin' prescribed," he insisted, knowing that would be too strong for his liking.

His next look was at Dean as if wondering how was the guy still alive. Or perhaps Dean didn't cook all that often after all. "You always cook burgers all the way, man." Reaching for a new bottle of water, he opened and downed half of it before continuing, "Steaks you go medium rare... but burgers... you don't know where's that meat been through. You got tomatoes?"