Shae dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand, flipping on the lights so that it seemed a little less like he was dragging her into the abyss. "I been doin' it fo' yeahs, ma cher. I's actu'lly pretteh t'in, but still t'icker dan WD-40, so it stays raght wheah it needs to...an' it don' stink ta high heavun." He left the door open behind them, mostly for her reassurance.
His spiel continued as he made his way into the kitchen, withdrawing the container of leftover gumbo, shoving it into the microwave to reheat, then dishing it into bowls over semi-warmed rice. "Dat graphite is ol' school. Not dat it evah bot'er' me...I lahk ol' school."
He was back in the living room almost before Nina could blink, kicking off his boots and sinking down onto a couch cushion as he held a bowl up to her in offering.