"Or a commune, maybe." He's mostly joking, but not completely. Shared resources, isolated location, and all that. Jay's sure some perfectly fine communes existed out there somewhere, but he's mostly run into the word in two places: online articles about cults, and some relative whose face he can't remember complaining about hippie bullshit.
Tim doesn't really strike him as a cult type. Still, there was all that running around in the woods with a mask on and sending Jay all that pseudo-religious art installation stuff, though, so he can't exactly be sure.
Jay's eaten a whole platter of food and glass of water, and he's neither dead nor tripping off his ass, so he'll take that as a good sign.
He clears his throat, muffling the sound.
"You, uh, end up here a lot?" Sure, there's the fact that Tim knew exactly where to reach on the shelves, exactly which floorboards to step over without tripping. But Jay also remembers the smoking disaster that resulted when the two of them tried to throw together a decent meal out of remnants of a continental breakfast and a hotel microwave, and it doesn't exactly paint the most optimistic picture of either of their cooking abilities. Hanging around a restaurant with free food makes sense.
Then again, he's been there two years. Maybe he's learned a thing or two about food preparation. Or maybe Jay's projecting, Tim's been a decent cook all along, and the microwave incident was a fluke.
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Tim doesn't really strike him as a cult type. Still, there was all that running around in the woods with a mask on and sending Jay all that pseudo-religious art installation stuff, though, so he can't exactly be sure.
Jay's eaten a whole platter of food and glass of water, and he's neither dead nor tripping off his ass, so he'll take that as a good sign.
He clears his throat, muffling the sound.
"You, uh, end up here a lot?" Sure, there's the fact that Tim knew exactly where to reach on the shelves, exactly which floorboards to step over without tripping. But Jay also remembers the smoking disaster that resulted when the two of them tried to throw together a decent meal out of remnants of a continental breakfast and a hotel microwave, and it doesn't exactly paint the most optimistic picture of either of their cooking abilities. Hanging around a restaurant with free food makes sense.
Then again, he's been there two years. Maybe he's learned a thing or two about food preparation. Or maybe Jay's projecting, Tim's been a decent cook all along, and the microwave incident was a fluke.