More than happy to give up the mug, he watches as Carlisle goes through several iterations of this experiment in the course of a few minutes. At his suggestion though, Pratt almost laughs.

"This works better in a car." He's aware that Carlisle won't get the joke, but he's just relieved he doesn't have to actually eat anything. He hated Bliss too, the cult's airborne drug that made people compliant and hallucinate, but that was preferable to Jacob's mystery meat that was in no way a mystery.

"So potentially I'm gonna get high as fuck in a few minutes? That might not be a good idea?" Though the more he thought about it the nicer it sounded to not think about anything and pass out on Carlisle's floor.