"Uh... Well that sounds good." Dov couldn't exactly say he'd had a productive day. Aside from trying to convince his boss not to just fire him right now - which was where things were headed now - he'd mostly just slept and lazed around the apartment. And as lazy as he was, he didn't like it. He was used to his kind of lifestyle, which meant working strange hours, sleeping, partying, sleeping again and then partying even more. This whole... Innocent down-on-his-luck act was starting to feel a bit forced, and more importantly he really really really wanted to go out sometime soon.
"Grilled sounds good. And uh... What's that again? Uh... I dunno if puttin' me in a kitchen is a real good idea. I mean I'm like, real clumsy. I almost burned down our apartment once makin' eggs." He wasn't really that bad, and maybe the burning the apartment down was an exaggeration, but he just really wasn't the soup kitchen charity type of guy. Couldn't he just get a real job or something until he made enough to go back? As much as he hated working, at least it might be more his speed. Yeah. First thing tomorrow, he was going to find a job. A real one. Or at least something that made some real money.
Dov crossed his arms over his chest, glancing over at Elias and shifting his weight between his feet. "Man, uh... Can I just ask like, why you're doin' this? I mean I don't even know ya and you're like, takin' me in and everything. I mean I'm seriously thankful and everything but uh, where I come from that's a little crazy." He smiled a little, hoping he didn't offend him. Yeah, that'd be great.