"Well, I'm not the one to be askin' about God, anyhow," he interjected with a shrug, then tried — unsuccessfully — to suppress a smile at her comment about his voice. He tried not to get too happy when she said things like that, but it was... well, it was nice.

He tore bits off of a bread roll and popped them into his mouth while she fiddled with the box, then reached over the snatch up the bag of coke. Just keeping it close for now.

"Did you do that? It's lovely," he said, pointing a finger at the doodles before settling back into the previous topic. "Yeah, you think we're bein' watched here? Try livin' your life with an actual spy robot in your house. Or trackin' every move your thumb makes on your bloody phone. Might not be much sinister about it at the moment, but if you think they're gonna stop at advertisin', you'll have another thing comin'."