Holy shit! [He sounds surprised in a pleased way.] Well, maybe not so good if no cheese, but sounds like there's much of it. I not make so much. But I make enough to try and I don't know, maybe not get stupid drunk like last time.

Or at least if we get stupid drunk we'll be at my house.

[And it's actually not a far walk, it's a tall little house with a tiny yard he doesn't care too much about, so it's all tall grass and wildflowers. There's a fold out couch-bed taking up one end of his main room, his hound staring out lazily from beneath it in a pile of sleepy dog and the cat-thing mewling for food almost as soon as he comes in.]

Yes, yes, you'll be fed. We have guest, be nice.

[He goes over to the kitchen space which barely has any dirty dishes since he mostly eats out, and plugs in his spawner to stoop and squint at the settings. He doesn't look at Boone because he has to find a manual on his communications device and look up codes for the various parts he wants to add to his sandwich.]

Sometimes I do fight, yeah. I don't really like it I guess. I just feel like I need to defend my pride. I don't do it so much anymore. Pride just gets you into shit. I'm better at doing what I'm told.