[ Any piece... well. Maybe robots don't natively eat meat where they come from. He was under the impression that they consumed electricity, or some sort of energy. ]

I'll make you something nice. [ This he says as a sort of answer to 'whatever you're willing to throw my way', because either that implies Daylight hasn't had a lot to eat ever, or maybe that's just the way he talks.

So instead he walks over to the oven, pulling open the lid so he can check on how the stuff inside is roasting. ]

I'm cooking steak with dragonsbreath paste for flavouring. It's a spice that is native to my homeland. I hope that's fine with your... system.

[ He gestures to Daylight's entire body. ]