He was going to protest about being no different, but this was a battle he guessed he wouldn't be able to win. Besides, there was no point to winning because he wasn't sure what he was trying to prove. It was useless to prove anything in a place that had nothing to do with his upbringing anyway.
Twelve couldn't help but laugh a little bit. Never had he heard someone talk about their wife so much. It wasn't bad, just different. It's not like he knew anyone with a wife anyway, but just everyday things in the streets back home were always people complaining about their jobs or how they couldn't get or recently bought some materialistic crap.
That smile from his laugh was still on his face, "I'm sure Miss Gracia is since you seem to have no filter at all gushing about her." Although he was still smiling, there was a faint moment of his gaze shifting and a quick frown before he brightened again, "I... I do have someone I miss from home... maybe a couple of people." Nine obviously, but also Lisa a little though he barely knew the girl, but she seemed nice enough and was willingly their 'hostage' even if nobody actually knew she stayed with him and Nine either.
"Stew too? That sounds so good!" He was honestly so excited about it; real food in general. "If it's nice and hot that'd be better!" He was used to things maybe being lukewarm if he was lucky here and then back home the toaster and microwave was the chef.
He tapped his chin a little at the name of Roy, "I think I've heard of him. I mean, I don't know much. He must scream a bright red if he's a show off." He thought aloud. It was normal to him to think of a color, but he had forgotten that he never mentioned his particular ability.