"Infomericals are very informative if you want to needlessly spend money." Vic leaned against the washer in his best attempt of looking like he was 'chin!hands' as she spoke. "Other people do have books. Or...I assume they do. There's only so much people can do around here before they end up losing their minds." He smiled a bit as he watched her. To Vic, Kathryn was worth any and all admiration after all. She deserved to thrive in somewhere that wasn't Cheshire or The Regiment in his head. When it was clear enough. The same with the others.
Vic made a small movement with his head in an 'I know' fashion, slightly rolling his eyes. "I'm still paying for it. But I'm clearer now. I've seen the error of my ways." He leaned back against the washer, hands tucked in his pockets as he looked at the wall. "I took a nap. I'll go back to bed eventually. Might shoot Holly a message to keep it off a little while longer so I can sleep in." Vic's eyes widened a little for a moment before shaking his head. "I don't think we were ever this cra--well, maybe me. I try to set a bar for people to reach."