Owen didn't want to talk about Simms. Simms was bound to ruin Owen's mood, so he pushed past it, not wanting to dwell too long on the subject. He made a small noise in his throat to acknowledge what she said. He wasn't sure how great he was doing just yet. Owen was positive They were going to test him, and soon. He was just trying to stay alert and prepared.
He took another bite of food, still amused. After a sip of beer, Owen cocked a brow. "Jack's gotta know his kitchen has been around the block, quite a few times. Can't tell you how many times I've been awake, wanderin' the house and saw someone in there after midnight, raiding the cabinets, or worse, digging through the fridge. He deserves better, honestly."