I would do so, quickly. You would be distracted by the glare coming off of a large, rolling, can of delicate beans (the best beans). No one knows how the beans were put in motion. It doesn't matter --my guess is an exploding Lamborghini. Nevertheless, in the instant you turned away I would reach in and poke those feelings with one finger. I hope they are not gooey and I hope they do not burn --but that would be better than rough cold ones. The best would be if they felt like tacos.