In his attempts at trying to keep things as uncomplicated as possible, he could tell that Jane was still struggling with the concept of television.  Oskar quickly learned that his settling on the<i>Food Channel </i>came with dire consequences.  Jane’s simple question proved it, as she seemed to not care any more about the wonders of television.<br/><br/>“Do you... have anything to eat?” she innocently and hesitatingly asked.  Her comments about tomatoes resulted in a resonant laugh from him.  Tomatoes are poisonous? he wondered silently.  He might have to ask her about that sometime.  Because what would she think of tomato sauce?  Without tomato sauce, there’s no pizza, and he’d bet good money that she would indeed enjoy pizza.<br/><br/>“But, of course, Jane,” he stated with a wide smile.  “Color me silly for landing us on a show about ginormous burgers without the hunger pangs kicking in.  I’m kinda hungry myself.”<br/><br/>Although just about 100% positive that her intent was not to make him laugh, he did so anyway when she offered to bring something down from the woods.  It was sweet of her to propose such a thing, though he knew she actually meant it.  Oskar harbored no doubts of her capability to hunt.  He was in no mood, however, to skin, clean, or dress dinner.  Of course, he also knew what she intended, in that they would in all probability feed on fresh venison.  Which in turn signified that he would need to morph into his golden eagle self, in order to safely consume red, uncooked meat.<br/><br/>Oskar had a much better idea, but first, a few reassurances.  “Feeding you is not a problem, Jane.  And really, I don’t mind one bit.  I can only hope that you like my cooking,” he stated with a nervous chuckle.  “Anyway, I always have a lot of food in the house, mostly cuz I never know what my taste buds will be craving from one week to the next.”<br/><br/>The opportunity presented itself, so he took it, switching the channel back to<i>Animal Planet.  </i>Thankfully, the show currently being aired was about puppies, which always killed him.  Whenever he watched the puppies or the one about kittens, he always wanted to go out and purchase eight of each.  Until reality snuck up and slapped his stupid head, reminding him that both puppies and kittens, over time, grew up.  Translation: THEY GOT BIGGER!<br/><br/>Satisfied with the chosen channel, he offered, “How does my leftover beef stew, with vegetables, and brown gravy sound to you, served over a bed of white rice?”  Nearly forgetting an important detail, Oskar immediately added, “And no worries, Jane.  Not one, single, solitary tomato will be found in the stew.”  He smiled at her for added assurance.