He throws a smirk at Clem, both for her letting him go into the fray of this business first, and for her comment.

"No shit? YOU DON'T THINK ASH TASTES GOT A GOOD FLAVOR AT TO IT?" Of course not. It was awful. He didn't know pancake but he could fend for himself otherwise! You just couldn't hunt no pancake...

Golden brown, alright. He nods, then tries to look for a way to see the other side without sticking his hand in like a dull pan. Okay. What did Sam use. "Uh... you got one of them... it's like... a fuckin... uh. IT'S FLAT. It's got a handle?"