"Spoilsport," Dale said. "I thought I could get rich lying on my back. Or up against the wall, I'm not picky," He shrugged his shoulders and hid a grin. "Not the cooking type? I can understand that... She's a Healer, right? I imagine that involves long hours. I wouldn't be able to stay in a hospital all day, I'd get freaked out at all of the sick people."
He thought about it. "Depends on how you see it. Maybe he has never had much. You don't know," he said, eyes looking over the table again. Nothing took his fancy and so he forked up some sausages to eat. "I know you are but he's obviously not used to them. And what happens if you're not here next month or six months from now and he's used to them? I can see his point."
Dale nodded. "Yeah. They are. I feel less like death, more like a living person."