Welp he waited for her to move away from the plates before he fetched an empty one and started eyeballing the nearest dish full of delicious chicken. Fuck, how long had it been since he'd had digs this good? Oh yeah that's right, forever.

Her tone, the nostalgic, fond way in which she mentioned her kid (Dean, that sounded familiar...) was really. He couldn't quite put his finger on the foreign emotion but it wasn't like those overbearing parents that shove their kids Polaroids under your nose and expect you to give a fuck about their macaroni picture frame or how quickly the kid could take a solid shit. Wasn't half bad. "Hmm, sounds like the kinda kid you can count on to keep your pension to yourself," Badou finally deduced with a wry smirk.

Taking a healthy heapful of chicken as he was bidden, clacking the iron tongs together thoughtfully, he shrugged at her words. "Food? Boring? Never, man! Er, marm. There's nothin' like gorgin' yourself on stuff like this after a bunch of crazy shit." Oh yeah, his name, that would probably be good to impart.

"I'm Badou. Badou Nails, hard boiled info broker extraordinaire!" Be very afraid, he'd been waiting to use his usual introduction for awhile. "If you ever need some dirt on some fucker, I'm your guy. An' you are? I probably can't get away with callin' ya mama bear forever."