There's an awkward moment where Lee stands in the entranceway, not sure whether or not he should head in the direction of the couch or the kitchen or offer to help. He opts for taking a few steps toward the kitchen, his bag still slung over his shoulder.

"I'm really not picky," he admits, "But if it wasn't made using repurposed pipes from planes, then I can guarantee it won't be the worst I've had."