Damon had to snicker at her comment. Yep, this was his kind of woman. It was annoying when people took things too seriously, even this. She seemed to be holding together fairly well so far. Good with his hose. That was a good one.
"I'm into pancakes myself," he said. "Harder to make than an omelet, though." He'd never forget the first time he'd discovered IHOP. Tons better than Denny's as far as he was concerned. He started melting butter in his frying pan, preparing to get the omelet going.
When she asked what they did for fun, Damon said, "Yeah, movie nights, dress up parties. We got a chef here and he cooked for everyone, before the kitchen got trashed." He nodded sagely. "You can't dwell on the fucked up of it all for too long, is my theory."