"Well, that's a small blessing, if nothing else." It was a very kind, lovely way of reminding him that he was a bit strange. It was a shifter trait, he had always thought, because he hadn't come across one yet, that hadn't been branded strange, simply for their personality, or sense of humor alone. He often wondered if it had something to do with spending so much time amongst animals, studying them, imitating them. You did lose a little touch of reality, when you excluded yourself in that way. In his job though, he was around people so much, that he wasn't really allowed the opportunity to be removed from a social setting with people. So, he had to grow used to it, and he had, and he didn't mind it at all. Especially not with Eden, because she didn't mind his quirks. Most women would shut the door on you, if you came home, buttnaked, and covered in mud, but not Eden. She might have given him an odd look, but had agreed to hose him down all the same. "It's a good name for a brawny looking dog." It was good to have a scary looking mutt around, but for them to not actually be scary. At least not towards their master. Eden might not have been his master, but he was there for protection all the same, and if anyone were to threaten his family, he would be quick to show just how ugly he could be. "To be honest, I shift at least every other day. I usually wait till you're both asleep. The first time Charlie needs to go out, I'll go out as well, and we'll run around for a bit." It was better than nothing, but one of these days, he was looking forward to having a whole day of it.
Smiling, he very lightly shrugged his shoulders, "It's a pleasure, love." Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Thank goodness, we've got a good market for natural produce, meat, and what not." They might have been living in the drug capital of the world, but that didn't meant people were going to poison themselves, not unless the knew exactly what with, and that they were going to enjoy the ride that came along with it. "He hasn't seemed to dislike much so far, has he? Let's hope he stays that way, and doesn't get into one of those moods around his school friends, where he thinks anything green is disgusting." That never seemed to happen, until children really got around one another, and started talking about their disgust for certain foods. If you heard someone say that broccoli was worse than snot, you weren't going to own up to actually liking it. "That would be great, but just let me know if you run out of something, of forget something. I don't mind stopping." Perhaps he could round up ingredients to make a dessert for them, that way he would feel as though he had contributed something to the meal. "He's a good old man. Mum's been having a go at him about his belly, she's trying to get him to cut back on beer. Needless to say, he's been hiding it in his tractor." The man just wanted to have a cold one at the end of the day, it wasn't as though he was at the bar all night. His mother just assumed that it was those empty calories, rather than the massive meals she had always cooked for their family. "Did I tell you that I talked to your brother for a good hour the other day? That day you left with Jun for your walk, and forgot your phone. He was asking me all sorts of questions," Ian began to chuckle. It had seemed her brother meant to intimidate him, make sure he was a good guy, but the two had ended up having a bit in common, and talking about a little bit of everything instead. Even exchanging their own numbers to have. "The fish, yeah... that one," He said, pointing out the dish on the menu. "This sate is bloody good though, isn't it? It's got a nice smoky taste to it."