In the freezing cold, who could resist hot chocolate? Communists probably. Though pending on how intense said snowball fight was, Owen might be able to resist. "You probably had an entire organized snowball army with an acute battle strategy." This he didn't doubt in the least.
Twirling some noodles into his fork he shrugged casually. "It never hurts to have a knife. You can more or less use it in any given situation. I made a few from the bones our primitive friend gathered, but I'm sure there's others around here." Owen did snicker over the tiny, venomous comment about, Logan? Yeah he was another army guy from the brief conversation he gathered. Had yet to hear about Claire and his little tiff but still amusing all the same.
When he was done not choking on the pasta and wiping a generous portion that had gotten into his mustache off on a very messy napkin, Owen washed it back with the wine. "Hey, at least he's not still living in the war. He's doing what he knows. But yeah. Gun basics, knife basics, hand to hand--there's plenty of ways to kick someone's ass without a weapon."
There were plenty of ways to kill people without a weapon but Owen didn't want to just casually lay that out next to the garlic bread. He just wanted to make sure that he could help provide Claire with as much extra knowledge to keep her safe as he could.