Yeah, Butcher, too. Things weren't top-tier at the Butcher residence, but at least they ate.

Their food is ready at the same time, so Butcher grabs them both in one hand and sort of tosses Maeve's plate at her. This is how Billy stays comfortable: hot and cold. Since this girl is entirely innocent in the way of grander sins - like levelling buildings and shrugging off civilian casualties - his gruffness is edgeless. It's odd, but he thinks he feels... normal. Not a lot of laypeople are so cavalier about casual violence. She never seemed afraid. It's going to be tough to forget that when this conversation is over.

"You ain't missed much," Butcher assures her, though he doesn't suppose he got to be much of a teen, either. Some are violent. Most aren't that way because they have to be. "Party's only good if you can't remember it, anyway."