"Me neither, really." He shrugged. The option had been there, but not the motivation. Or the interest. Quitting school had been, in his opinion at the time, the best choice he could have made.
He shifted and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm always hungry," he told her. "I can help. Or try to help. Or help by keeling Li'l Asskicker out of the way." He wasn't terribly handy in the kitchen and he knew it. He could cook enough to feed himself, but feeding other people was probably best left to someone else.