"Wow. You're asking a lot, eh?" It was sad. Barty chuckled as he pulled a robe on himself, heading out of the bathroom after running his fingers through his hair a few times. He walked right into the kitchen and immediately got out the plates, ladling what he'd prepared onto them. He had a slow cooker, made these kind of dishes pretty easy on a day he worked late. "Have you ever had risotto?"

He wasn't about to make any assumptions. "That's butternut squash risotto. It's pretty filling, you'll like it." He handed Bill a plate and then indicated what chair he should sit in before he sat down himself. "For the record, most older guys aren't more mature. They're just more full of themselves."