Dean's brows pinched at the word 'wonderful' immediately wanting to point out all the ways his childhood was the exact opposite of that, but it occurred to him that learning how to hunt from his father was a Hell of an advantage. Obviously better than anything she got, and for that, he kept quiet.
"Hey, it's not like I learned how to hunt in some classroom behind a desk." Well, he tried to keep quiet,at least. Though, his attention was still held captive by the book he was eyeing.
"You bring that with you from home? I mean, real home?"