"He's a mechanic for the Police." Bart supplied, digging in the fridge and handing a coke out to Rose and grabbing one for himself. Two seconds later he was over in the pantry, digging out bread-- then back over to the fridge for cheese and butter and over to the stove. Why anyone trusted Bart with a stove....
"She, his fiancee, she's a reporter. So that's how they moved here because she got a better job and all and there are police cars everywhere and here we are."
Well, the story of how Bart got here was a little more complicated than that-- but that was close enough, he figured.