Logan nodded at the request and opened up the fridge. Honestly it contained the contents of a man whom lived alone. The shelves and door were lined with bottles water and beer, the drawers contained raw meat for grilling or cooking, very minimal vegetation and hardly any carbohydrates that weren't liquid. The feral part of Logan required a lot of protein, and he mostly got his vitamins from that and what little vegetation he consumed. That and his beer.
He grabbed a bottle of beer and a bottle of water, closing the door behind himself. Slowly Logan turned and made his way back to the couch. He handed his guest the clear bottle of water, and twisted the cap of of his beer, which he drank slowly as he settled back down. With half of his drink consumed before he had even settled, Logan leaned forward to set the bottle on to the sturdy coffee table that sat before them.
That task done, Logan picked up the ointment and dabbed some on Effie's leg for her, "Bleedin' again."