[ Pulled out of her thoughts, Claire looks up and sets her knife down, wiping her hands on her apron. She hasn't seen this young man before but she's happy to put him to work. Slowly, she's been getting used to the idea that there's a community she can help take care of, and it doesn't always have to revolve around illness or injury. ]

How are you with a potato peeler and a knife?

[ She holds up both with a smile and glances toward a small mound of freshly scrubbed potatoes, just waiting to be peeled and cubed. ]

You can buy your roommate at least a little time by helping me, then put yourself on his good side by returning with food.