"I ain't after your booze. I don't want to get pissed in your house, mate. I barely know you." Gideon waggled his eyebrows playfully and then unwrapped a sausage roll, eating happily now he had something he could eat that wasn't entirely foreign to his palate. What Ollie had at home was a bit weird, fresh veggies and weird cuts of meat. He was used to cheap stuff. Hoops, beans, chips, maybe a microwave dinner or two.

Once he had eaten his sausage roll, he pocketed the other two and drank some tea to wash down what he ate. "I can take the couch then?"