"You like coffee?" Robin asked, leading him through to the kitchen. "You and Gibbs are going to get along very well, in that case. I think he lives on it. Speaking of which, I'd avoid the boat in the basement, if I were you. That's his. Seems a private sort of thing." He'd made the offer to Robin to help out, on that one occasion. But things had gone a bit sour between them since then.
"That's Gibbs coffee maker," he pointed to the one in the corner. "Don't ask me how to use it because I have no idea." He thought about how to answer Adam's question for a minute. "It is a good place, for the most part. It would be selfish of me to say otherwise. I've got my wife, my two children...and there are opportunities. Aside from the opportunity to leave. I tend to get a bit restless, is all." He picked up an apple from the fruit bowl on the bench, tossing it in his hand, but not actually taking a bite yet.
"They're in a tv show as well. Along with Gabriel, Cas, Jo and Anna, who are here as well. I watch it sometimes, it can be interesting." He laughed at Adam's comment. "Somehow I doubt that. I've been here long enough to get used to the ridiculous."
Case in point. The surprises he was referring to. "Petersen gets bored. I assume that's the only reason. He makes things happen. Once, we were all sent to a deserted New York City. A monster was waiting to try and kill us all. When we died, we got sent back here." He'd been first then. He still believed it wasn't his fault for going to see what the noise had been, despite what Marian said. And Heather. And Gabriel, and probably Petersen too. "There were the wishes. Some of them stayed, some of them didn't. Marian wished for Katie to be born already, and she was. About five months early, though she was perfectly healthy."
There were too many to talk about at once. "I could tell you about them all day, really."