Where I am from, starting them is easy. Sometimes I start them by being a Serb. Some people start them by being homosexual. All you have to do is "be" something, and people will want to fight you. My cousin would be beaten by loan sharks, and when I tried to fight them off of him he would only yell at me for making more trouble.

I deserved it, though. He was right.

[He has cheese and sort of a bacon cube and a real onion out of the fridge and some green pepper. Which he chops into loose cubes without the finesse of a chef, but they won't ruin anything. He even sautees them like his mother would.]

[And after a moment of consideration, gets some whiskey out of the cabinet for himself but offers it over to Boone.] Put this by where you're sitting. [Since that ale will be gone.] Would you want me to teach you how to fight?