"Wasn't what I meant..." Eliot said, then grinned a little despite his pale look.

"Yeah, gimme anythin' you need cut." It was hell on his back, but Eliot wanted to be useful. At least this was something he was confident in being able to do easily.

"Beefsteak's got big slices," he agreed although it wouldn't have been his first choice. The texture's too soft and soggy, but Dean didn't look like he would appreciate the commentary.