Tim scrunched up his nose at the mention of eating gator. He was suddenly grateful that he had never conducted business down south. As a general rule, Tim tried to stay above the Mason-Dixson line. The north was more his type. Thankfully Harry hadn't seemed bothered by Tim's lack of cooking skills. "I can see if I can ask for the recipe," he offered, already making a mental note to call the catering company. "It shouldn't be too hard to get a hold of," Tim added with a bright smile, before taking a sip of water from his glass.
He could tell Harry wasn't too keen on talking about Westview, whatever that was, and that didn't really bother Tim. Harry was a decent guy, and Tim was reasonable sure he was harmless. So what if he had spent a little while in a mental institution. He was out now, wasn't he?
"Do you like living over in Hamartia better?" he asked, steering the conversation away from Westview. This evening was supposed to be pleasant, which meant they wouldn't talk about things Harry didn't want to talk about.