"You're welcome," Oliver nodded once, smiling again as he watched Marco play. He went back to his soup as the conversation shifted, and he shook his head. "Not much so far. Might make a few rounds to see how people are settlin' in. Might go out to see how the roof's lookin' with all that snow." He didn't think there would be much trouble there yet, but there was no harm in looking.
"When are you thinkin' of movin' all your stuff in?" He glanced in the direction of the bed, then back to Marco as he dunked his sandwich again. "You gonna need some help gettin' all that over?"