Yep. I mean we get quarters too, shit that's like a regular barracks- but I like living here better. Kinda had my fill of that during the war and especially on the Mother of Invention.

[ A bigass ship with too little heat and too much ambition. He toes off his boots at the front door, leaving them there while he heads into the kitchen. A slab of beef (real deal, he got lucky), and- what was that shit he'd looked at the other day? Gingersnaps? ]

Beer's in the fridge, I think I got some of what you like in there.