[His icebreaker receives a short laugh. She's heinous at appropriate small talk, and appreciates someone else throwing out a life raft first.]

I don't think I've been within a hundred feet of a country club in my life, dude. [A hearty gulp of the terrible wine. It's not growing on her, but maybe she can pretend.] But I've been living on peanut butter since I got here, and I can't cook to save my life. Some shitty banquet food's sounding real good.