"Yeah," Stan says, although there isn't anything to set up in that spare room. When it comes to the whole setting up in a guest room thing, Stan generally doesn't. Not that he has no stuff, nah, there's plenty of stuff. Stuff he's gonna' sell someday, stuff he never will. Stuff he wants to remember. It's just that keeping all that in the car is better, it makes getaways cleaner.

Besides, he doesn't want to leave Ford just yet. The guy's only just agreed to let him stay. If he's left by himself too long, he might get too many chances to reconsider. No, Stan wants to hang around a little longer, and for more than one reason - still gotta' find out about these 'anomalies', too. Get a good look around the place. And, hey, so maybe the idea of leaving Ford alone long enough to give him that chance to reconsider kinda' scares the shit out of Stanley. A little. So fucking sue him.

"Yeah, maybe in a minute. Did you eat yet? What sorta' stuff you got in the house?" Quietly, Stanley congratulates himself. Dinner is a safe, neutral topic, an excuse to spend more time together, and an excuse to look through Ford's stuff all in one. It's perfect.