"Uh, no. The closest thing that I come to nature is flying on a broom in Avalon park. I don't even own a cat or a dog," Jake informed, smirking. "If I did, they'd probably leave me for an owner that was more attentive."
Jake wiped his flour covered hands on a tea towel, and then took up his wine again for a drink. He let Chris do what was needed with the rolled out dough.
"Look, you shouldn't give a fuck about whether people like you or not Chris. Life is too damned short to worry about what other people think. Just do what you want so long as it doesn't hurt others, and fuck what people think."