It's not so bad. Not so far, at least. Of course there's still plenty of time for him to fuck it up completely, but he's surprised by how smoothly this initial exchange has gone. His first impression of Adelaide's husband isn't much like what he'd been expecting at all. Simplistically, Rodeo had cast Lansing as a villain in his mind-- some kind of nefarious snob with a silver spoon and the might of privilege, the sort of man who doesn't handle his own problems 'cause he has people to do that for him. But the villain that Rodeo had imagined sure wouldn't be having this conversation with him. Nothing about how this talk is unfolding aligns with the assumptions he'd been making beforehand. Rodeo recognizes that there is something careful about the way that Lansing approaches this call, not hesitating but certainly cautious, that Rodeo knows reflects his own well-gauged responses. Rodeo reckons that means they both want this to work, and that's not really what he'd been expecting from Lansing.
Rodeo even gives a husky, quick laugh at Lansing's almost-light statement about steak in the desert. "Well, she does inspire a fella to be his best," Rodeo says, leaning back in his seat and reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the table. "S'like somehow I was always bringin' her home the next Easy Bake Polly Pocket My Little Pony Malibu Dream Castle. Anything it takes to give her everything." This, they both understand. Adelaide is more than a wife to Lansing, and more than a sister to Rodeo. She is a religion, and worship can unite the most unlikely of disciples. Rodeo lights a cigarette before he continues, "And you can say you didn't have a choice, but I seen plenty of men who couldn't step up for their family before the world went to shit. I'm just glad my sister found herself the kind of man who knows what she deserves."