You step into the backyard, where Duane is tending to the greenhouse.

"Duane," you begin hesitantly, "I know you don’t believe in store-bought food, but... I’m really craving Flamin’ Hot Cheetos."

He pauses, straightening up and giving you a stern but amused look. "Cheetos? Those bright red chemical sticks?"

You nod sheepishly. "I can’t help it, the craving is killing me."

He sighs, wiping his hands on his overalls. "I’m not buying them, but... I’ll try to make something similar. Give me an hour."

Smiling, you watch as he heads inside, already brainstorming how to replicate the spicy snack using ingredients from his garden.