"Those are called books, Sev. You open the covers and there's all these squiggles on the pages, people read them and learn things." He was being sarcastic, very sarcastic but in good humor, or at least so he thought. They were in truth a mixture of biographies and various dictionaries or horror novels. Ben had a fair collection of Victorian era novels, but those were kept elsewhere, hopefully where he wouldn't throw coffee and other things all over them.
He did make slight room for her on the couch as he turned on the TV, that being he moved his feet higher up where he was sprawled so she'd be able to squish her butt in or sit on his feet.
"So should we go over house rules, like how often you're going to do the cooking and I'm not?" Was the question, busy turning over the channels until soccer appeared on the screen. "No really, just don't wake me up if I'm asleep, and don't hog the bathroom. K?" Whiskey, my good old buddy whiskey... Ben drank heartily before making a loud and indignant noise and balancing the bottle on the couch between him and the TV screen.