Yes, he'd much rather discuss the heat and the food—and the spices' heat and the fact that he still had that iron gut he seemed to have been born with—than acknowledge the fact he's a hermit without a home... or a hermit with a home now. It wasn't his home, but it sure felt like one.

"Drink enough and the heat won't feel like a thing anymore." It was his turn to lift his beer to his lips, taking a swig and feeling a slight disappointment that he didn't even feel a glimmer of a buzz. Drinking felt like a waste given he couldn't receive the perks, but it was a comfortable habit he was more than happy to fall back into. It made him feel a little less starey in the present moment, which was beneficial.

He sighed, licking his lips. "The people here are nice. You'll probably find that when they come over here and try and feed you until you explode."