It didn't get as cold here as it could in Purgatory, and it'll get much warmer once the sun's up properly bearing down on them all, but it's still cold enough for now to make this rickety old man feel his bones creak as he takes a few steps here and there to plate breakfast up. They have had to instate rules about fooling around in the kitchen after getting distracted and nearly burning the place down (twice), which means he's not going to instigate any touching. He does note Raylan's oversized shirt and the lack of bloodshot eyes though, and he can't help but flash a warm smile in return.

"Morning. I see you are rather chipper... And you seem to have pilfered my shirt." They have very similar... well, everything, but wardrobes count among that everything. "You are not looking as hung over as I was expecting. I was going to offer to pick up the girls, let you get your nanna nap-- sorry, 'beauty sleep' in," he teases.