Benjamin's light jab at Taco Bell is not lost on Dominic--he was punctual and orderly to a fault, but he wasn't without a sense of humor. He didn't hide his smile at the insult, and wasn't surprised that Benjamin had chosen to use the fork.
While his neighbor decided upon an answer to the question asked, Dominic looked to see if all was well on the stove top. He decided to give the remaining food a few more minutes before removing it from the heat. Looking back to Benjamin as the other spoke, he gave him a half smile and repressed a laugh, good-natured though it might have been.
"Ohio? I haven't been there. But I've lived my entire life in warmer climates, so I wouldn't doubt I'd freeze during an actual cold winter, too." He shrugged, feeling a bit more at ease having shared this information. It wasn't anything major, but it did give them something in common other than shared coffee filters. The thought of that late night run downstairs reminded Dominic why he'd even invited Benjamin over in the first place.
"Hey, thanks again for the coffee filters. I know you said it wasn't a big deal," Dominic said, "but it was a life saver that night. I'm a writer of sorts, and coffee's my fuel." He chuckled, because it probably sounded ridiculous and all too stereotypical; nonetheless, it was true.