Matt snorts. "You're such a bad friend."

If that's what my act of self-preservation would taken as, then so be it. 

"I actually feel bad for making you go through that," he says, pulling out a plate from the microwave. "Here. I made this for myself, but I'm gonna give it to you since it's my fault you almost died."

"What's that?"

I follow him with my eyes as he comes and places the plate in front of me. "Lasagna."

"Hold on. You had this and yet you subjected me to eating that?"

My eyes dart to the dishwasher and I wince. 

"I needed a test subject." He shrugs.  "Besides,...