"Looked in the mirror and just hated my hair," Tim responded with a quirk of his lips.

He glanced at the bottle and then turned towards the fridge. "How about I make you something to eat, hmm? I meant what I said, you looked comfortable on the floor." It was a discreet encouragement for Raylan to sit back down, and if the older man needed to be on the floor? Then he should absolutely sit on the floor.

Tim's instinct was the reach for the bread and sliced cheese, but he stopped himself at the pantry door. Glancing back at Raylan, Tim grabbed something out of the pantry, but then went to the fridge. He puttered, clattered and rattled about in the kitchen though he never moved to turn on the stove.

Eventually he came to where Raylan had chosen to alight, a bowl in his hand and a soft smile just upturning the corners of his lips.

"Don't know that it'll win any awards for nutritional value," he said as he held the bowl out to Raylan. "Though there's eggs, milk, fruit and nuts?" In the bowl was a banana split. Actually it was vanilla ice cream with a banana cut up in it and sprinkled with walnuts.

"Thought about using the cocoa for chocolate syrup, but figured it would melt the ice cream."