Adelaide isn't the only one thinking about resources, though the cooking oil isn't the most prevalent one on Archer's mind. Now that he's chief, he's responsible for all of the resources of the department, and he's not as familiar with those as he feels he should be. Another addition to his List of Shit I Need to Learn STAT.
"Thanks, Ads," he rumbles out, scraping the carrots he'd sliced from cutting board into a bowl held beneath the lip of the counter. "Drop 'em off later. Rip's on the left sleeve." He gestures with his chin to the two gold stars pinned to a strip of shirt cloth that starts near the collar and buttons down on his shoulders. "Now? Guess I need four. Each side. Don't know if I'd find 'em over at the old station. Don't know that it really matters." A pause as he thinks. "The chevron on the sleeve'd be different, too." Though he's told her a enough about his life before Austin -- being injured, what the city was like, the frustration that just being a good cop wasn't good enough -- he doesn't often talk shop about either being a detective in the NYPD or what it was like to work homicide in Austin before things went sideways with the zombies. This hasn't been a conscious omission; there just wasn't a reason. "In New York, I only would've had the stars on a fancy dress jacket. There'd be a name plate. Below my badge. Over my heart. And they'd keep adding to it, show your deeds. Show rank." A shadow of a grin. "Never wore the stars there. Can't say I fucking need 'em now." This time, there's no last-minute editing for Charlie's sake; Archer seems unaware that he cursed at all. He's frowning again as he moves about her to get the rest of the utensils and vessels needed, more than willing to take a back seat to her cooking this morning.
Then Archer sighs. "You know it's not really the shirt botherin' me. Or the badge." All of this discourse is a lot for him, and he always makes the effort for the people who matter, and he's clearly beat... but he can't deny that it's helping. Even if focusing on the little stuff is distracting from the bigger stuff. Like how he's the fucking Chief of Police.