Too late, already tried. [Clayton takes off his oven mitt and pauses near the tray, then tentatively reaches out to poke one of the ones near the edge, seeing if it will shift so he can grab it.] Ain't nobody wants a repeat of that.

[A somewhat impish smile makes the corners of his mouth twitch.]

Happy to be your taste-tester instead. I'll fall on that sword for ya. Multiple times, if you need.