[ A little nod of acknowledgment, at the first part. People hadn’t even bothered being friendly in New York, so it’s a steep learning curve.

Eddie focuses on arranging dried and canned foods with the labels facing out. Tidy as hell. ]

Fuck off. [ but he doesn’t sound bothered. ] You didn’t have anything, and there’s two of us now, so we’ll eat more than you think.

[ Cooking for two with Eddie and Myra is likely different from the average, of course, but he also bought a lot to say thank you and do his part. ]

And I can cook tonight, if you want. [ a beat. ] Add in non-poptart food groups.

[ He leans up on his toes to reach the topmost shelf in Richie’s outsized home. ]