[ He doesn't make a big deal out of it at all, just turns back to Jesse and hooks his thumbs into his belt loops, adjusting his pants as casually as he can. The smile's nice. He's not going to deny that. It's a start. ]

You had some pie. [ He says blankly, almost sarcastically. ] Anyone ever told ya you eat worse than me? [ Which is saying something, about this scrawny little spitfuck. ] Whadda we got in here anyway? [ He rolls up his sleeves and starts towards the kitchen, claps a hand against the door frame. ] You don't gotta come if ya ain't ready. I can yell fine.