"Fiiiine," he says putting his hands up in surrender, and with more than a little whine to his voice. There's a fraction of a second there where his focus flickers over to Raph.

To where Raph has made a fist with his remaining good hand.
crap.
Time to change tactics.

"Can I at least put something down on the table first? You know, before you go playing operation in a place where eating is supposed to happen?"