"Yeah, I like burgers," he said, with a faint cough of laughter. "You shoot down that damn bird from your rafters, I'd eat it."

He'd never been picky, and it had been a long damn time since he'd had the luxury of eating for taste, and not just outta necessity. Even after months in Darrow, he was still getting used to it.

Motioning towards his bike, he said, "You gonna meet me there, or are you ridin' bitch?"

It was something of a challenge, and he tried not to let himself think too much about how it reminded him of Rick, and the way they'd teased one another.