He smiles at Dirk's reaction and gives his shoulder a nudge. "Find a tent then." With that, he moves around the table so that he can sit back down. He feels a bit better, too. His own emotions are still in high gear, but in a way the conversation has been cathartic, and very much needed. He feels more optimistic now, like maybe things can actually change for the better.

His own food still goes untouched though, because he's really not in the mood to eat. Instead, he just takes a swig off his fire whiskey and lets the warmth of it wash over him, comforted by the faint burn in his throat. At Dirk's question, he raises an eyebrow slightly. "I figure it's time to cut out the kiddy stuff," he says. "You struck out on your own. You're a man now, so you can drink like one." He takes another swig. "I mean, unless you wanted a butter beer?"