If he'd found a tin of cookies, or maybe a box of crackers, he would have made the motion and then eaten some food, to give Diamond an idea what he meant. Unfortunately, he soon discovered that the only food he could find was unprepared, and there wasn't very much of it, either. A quick spin told him that the eggs in the bowl on the counter were uncooked, and he didn't want to open up any of the unlabeled jars and just take a sample of whatever they contained. The icebox was half-filled with tightly-wrapped packets of butcher's paper, labeled with pencil in pony script. As tempting as it was to cook one of them, it would undoubtedly be a huge breach of decorum to do so; plus, he'd probably burn down the house trying to get the wood stove to work, since he'd never used one before.