"Arthur's been without use of his left arm before," John notes very quietly, "it definitely changes how you have to do things sometimes. What if he made a plan, or took a leap, thinking you had two hands?"

But he's not going to leave it at that, because guess what happens when you're in a teenage boy's body?

You have a teenage boy's appetite. They can probably all hear the rumble from his stomach. With all the grace of a bull in a china shop, John is refocusing on an important question.

"...do we still get to eat the lasagna?" Then a pause. "Wait, do I have to pay for it? Arthur, how does this work?"