“All right,” Ethan said grudgingly. “I’ll take a look. But chowder first. I’m starving. We can talk while we eat. Can you make a salad? The stuff’s in the crisper. You might want to shuck the jacket, though.”
he's all like 'sure, as long as you make yourself at home, eat my chowder, and make a salad.' like it's too homey to even be rude. he's literally like 'you belong here now'
