I'm not kicking you out of the kitchen, which is communal space. Don't get ahead of yourself.

[But he is talking like they'll spend more time together, isn't he? He chooses not to think too much about that and hope it just passes by.]

There's more flavours in there, but if you don't like sour cream and onion then you really can get the fuck out, honestly. [He drops the bag on the island and pulls up a stool, cracking his coke open.]