"I dunno, some guys like to snack while they nerd," he says, sounding very casual and looking it, too, with his face more than half hidden as he peers deeply into a cabinet. "Hope you like, uh- meat? That is, meat from a..." He turns the can around, trying to look for the list of ingredients. He finds none.

"Meat," he declares, triumphantly setting two of the things on the counter. "From a can."

He begins to open a couple drawers, having already mostly figured out where everything's at and pulling out a can opener and a couple of spoons, and he worries as he does it. Just what are the two of them going to talk about in this touching family dinner? He has no fucking idea. What is there to talk about that isn't stuck deep into their own personal Pines Family no-fly zone? He does know he can put that potentially very awkward meal off for a little bit, though, and maybe find out who else might know something about all this shit. "That last visitor must have been somethin' special, if you never get any like that. Who's the lucky gal?"