"Get me a coke, please?" He asked sincerely for a can of soda when she went to the fridge. He'd accept it from her with a nod of his head. "Thank you, Natalie. I take great joy in cooking. I also hunt. Maybe I'll see if I can throw together a rabbit stew while we're here."<br/><br/>"Yeah." he would grab a few more packets of the deer jerky, and bring them along with him as he headed out towards the living room. He'd set the unopened packages down on the coffee table, before claiming a seat in a big ol' cushy chair. "Anybody that's a jerky fan, help yourselves."As always, his voice was tinged with a Maine accent; very subtle, much like the seasoning on the jerky.<br/><br/>"So, folks, what's the plan?" he'd ask as he relaxed in the chair, looking completely at ease already.