Billy's kind of proud of himself, honestly. Maybe he is growing up a bit -- he's usually not anywhere near as patient as this. But he's trying. He slides his hands into his pockets as he settles in at John's side, looking a little pleased when he gets that reaction.

"Well-- considering I have no idea what you like, the food court might be the best bet after all. You can get pretty much whatever you want." And honestly, the guy looks like he could use a meal or two...

"Barring that, I can probably borrow a kitchen at one of the Bungalows and cook for us." If John isn't going to be an ass and do something stupid...

"Then we can see about the drinks."