Obviously, Zeus was the good boy in this equation. It wasn't a phrase people used to describe Alex very often. He was, at heart, but he really didn't give off the aura of an upstanding, contributing member of society. Frequently, the first impression was that of "sullen teenager." He slouched, didn't really ever give the impression that he was in a hurry to do anything, had a tendency to mumble. But he was kind - or tried his best to be. "I guess you could just make me walk and still give the good boy-" He jerked his head in the direction of the dog "-his ride. If you were awful." He put an elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his hand.
"So, parents," he said, raising his eyebrows. "An' you said somethin' about twins? So, the five of you?" Alex had two siblings as well, and the five of them had lived in about a third of the space, growing up. If not less. It was hard not to compare living situations based on his own experience. He knew people lived like this - probably more than lived the way he had, growing up, crammed into a double-wide with three rooms which could generously be called "bedrooms." "You get along, you an' your family?"
He listened more about the evils of sodium, thinking he would have to try some of her suggestions if he ever got the hang of more than boiling water, which was about where his comfort level in the kitchen was at the moment. He actually wasn't sure he owned more than the one pot at the moment, which he had used almost exclusively for ramen and other pre-packaged soups. Wait - no - he had a skillet, for eggs. He could mostly do eggs. As long as they were scrambled. "I 'unno, nothin' like you do with cooking I guess. I really like...retro stuff? Video games an' music and clothes?" The last one was more necessitated by a thrift-store-centric clothing budget, but he found that he actually enjoyed looks that were five to ten years out of date. It suited him; he thought maybe someone somewhere had messed something up and he really should've been born in 1981 or something. He affected a shrug while still leaning his elbow on the table.