He shrugged, "I might have to, make sure you've got everything set up right." Not that he didn't think she could, after all, she'd absorbed most of the books faster than Sam had, which was a feat.
A shrug then, "And I guess as long as it's a small enough scorch mark to cover with a throw rug we're in the clear." He shook his head, giving Thatcher another bite of sausage under the table as he added: "Ain't putting me out none, gives me something to do. You prefer two door or four door?"