"You get paid to dig around in old dirt?" He perks a brow as he follows her through the house down to the kitchen. He hops up to sit on the edge of the counter as Lara starts rummaging through cabinets. "Hot chocolate, if we have the stuff for it. But like-- the good kind, where you melt the chocolate down, not the instant stuff." He wrinkles his nose. Look. Mom spoiled them in the tiniest of ways that she could manage when they were younger.