"Thank you," Benjamin offers in return for Dominic's hospitality. He finds himself having to swallow a grin at the realization of how very fussy his neighbor seems to be. Far from annoying, he finds it soothing, possibly because it strikes him as a maternal sort of personality quirk.
Benjamin ducks his head briefly as he reaches to nab a couple of napkins, using his hair to hide the fleeting smile that he couldn't quite help. "Actually, if I'm remembering my facts correctly Taco Bell had a lawsuit brought up against them recently for the amount of non-edible products in their food. I think sawdust was one of the 'ingredients'." And yes, he did do the air-quotes, albeit quickly so that he can get back to the business of using the offered fork to transfer a quesadilla from the stack and onto his plate. Carefully; it wouldn't do to drop his food everywhere like a two year old.
His movements slow as he ponders over the question posed him about the locale. It isn't that he's considering how to word his answer, although he prays Dominic assumes such. Quite frankly, he's deciding what to leave out; trustworthy though the other man seems, Benjamin has every intention of burying the true reason for his flight west along with the relationship that preceded it. Nothing personal, Dominic.
"Its alright. A lot hotter than Ohio, but that's rarely a bad thing in my opinion. I used to freeze in the winter."