There's a strange part of Major that's giddy about the fact that he and two of his best pals (Liv is still and will probably always be something more than that to him, but for the sake of grouping and generalization, this is what he's calling her for now) are all doing the brain-eating thing. It's like they're a gradation of zombie hunger - Liv, at the most intense; Major in the middle with his couple-times-a-month feeding; and Ravi with his monthly zombie period. He's grateful for their staggered appetites on top of simply being reunited with them, especially when the smell of cheese buns and and bread slap him in the face like an open palm.

He saunters into the kitchen like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"What did you make this time?!?" he practically screams before making an almost-orgasmic noise at the smell, the same kind of noise he made when he'd had ice cream after going human again. "Oh my god, are these cheese buns?!"