"... There are other kitchens...." he draws it a bit, clearly confused by the statement. And then realizes maybe that was too rude? Or something -- oh wait, he's not in the mood to care right now. Damn. He shrugs, looking at AM without a hint of bitterness in the way he offers him a joint. "Free marijuana? On the house?"

He doesn't seem near that happy for how foggy the room is; even marijuana can't totally lift his spirits.