"Thanks! But I don't need it. I can handle it. You'll see."

Lalo sucks in a breath, bracing himself as he goes downstairs. There's a fridge in the cellar, which he doesn't use, and an icebox, which he does; the pheasant, cleaned and butchered, is there.

When Lalo re-emerges from the cellar, he's carrying the pheasant... looking pleased and triumphant about his solution of carrying it with an oven mitt, and... a stick.

He beams at Chloe, clearly proud of his solution. "See? What'd I tell you!"

Of course, he can't butcher it like that. Eventually, he'll have to take the risk, but for right now, he wants to show her his cleverness.