Well now that you're frying up spuds, I am.

[The smell...his appetite had left him for much of the trial, but now it's coming back with a bit of a vengeance. In spite of all malaise.

Also he comes up beside the stove and drops down a bottled beer beside her.]

I believe I owed you a drink. [He looks to her, shrugging.] I'll make it a proper professional order later, but in the meantime.