Well, if 's hospitality you want... then maybe I oughtta go whole hog 'n cook for ya, someday.
Still gonna stock on good snacks, 'course. But I mean...

You ain't come from some kinda Earth, right? You prolly got no idea the kinda food I grew up eatin'.

[And he'd love a chance to share something just a teensy, tiny bit more vulnerable with her like that.
It'd be his grandmother's recipes he'd be sharing, after all.

Sorry, Evangeline. He's a goopy kind of motherfucker, this way.]