Harry seemed pacified by the offer to locate the recipe, and nodded agreeably; not that he couldn't have figured it out himself, it was chili cheese fry stuff in mashed potatoes, but hey, if it meant Tim would have to track him down again to actually get it to him, all the better as far as he was concerned. It was nice to hang out with somebody who didn't think he was weird or wasn't obligated to keep an eye on him.
At the new question, Harry nodded again. "Yeah; I mean, the lobby was a beer-swamp last week, but that wasn't really anybody's fault, and it got cleaned up pretty quick. It was actually kinda cool while it was still there; first two floors smelled like bread, it was like bein' in a bakery or somethin'. But just in general even, it's good; don't gotta curfew or nothin', an' I just had, what was it...my first Twinkie in forever. Almost forgot how good those things were." He was having issues with the copious amounts of free time and lack of a rigid schedule (not that he'd share those things out loud), but he'd managed to do the best he could under the circumstances, and he thought he was doing pretty well, considering. Hadn't even accidentally lit anything in the apartment on fire in weeks (it wasn't his fault he liked the way fire looked and insisted on trying to grill on the stove. It's not like he was a pyro or anything).