He grinned sheepishly and ducked his head as he broke the bread - who the hell used a knife to cut French bread? - and spread some cheese on it, topping it with a delicate layer of beef before handing it to her, "Now you know I love you, chere, an' t'boys an' Brier, but to be settlin' down in my own home 'gain just seems... truly a dream. Been run out of t'parish when I kill Bella's brot'er, never could get it outta my blood, however much I wanted. An' I want t'at to pass down easy to you'n yours. S'a city wort' fallin' in love wit', never felt more at ease t'an when I'm here." He started on making a piece of bread for himself.
"Ch't," he interjected a moment later, pointing off towards the bank of the water, "Heh, down t'ere, we got us a possum. Prolly smells t'beef."