Everyone was different, he knew that. He didn’t try to motivate anyone to do something they weren’t comfortable with, but suggestions would come as they crept into his mind. Maybe he was loud and obnoxious but pushy wasn’t one of the core character traits he possessed.
“Thanks,” He said, but he meant it. Not many were as fortunate as they were, he was proud of what they had, and of course he bragged though he hoped not in a bad way. Happiness was a rare commodity on the island and being thankful for what you had was a joyful blessing. “He’s really good to me. I love him a lot.”