"I wouldn't have offered if I actually wanted you to starve, Lou," he nudged her, "C'mon, unwind a little."
Gus wasn't sure he'd ever been that polite, even at the height of Francine's 'training', and he still didn't understand how people couldn't just take what he said at face value. To be fair? It wasn't exactly common. Most people liked to have a few layers of goddamn mystery.
Women especially.
Once Lucy had sorted herself out for food and drink he flopped on the couch and turned Die Hard up a few more notches. The smell of baking cake would start permeating the place soon, and he was looking forward to it.
"Thanks for stopping by, Lou," he said somewhat absently, but not without being sincere, "Salvaged my evening big time."