“I’m sorry about your loss.” She said out of respect not knowing him well, so she only could be respectful. Then she watched as he tidied up. “You’ve done this a while, haven’t you ?” She would ask him as she went to get some juice out of the fridge.

"It's alright, All I know that I'm doing him proud." Replying as he finished up the cleaning, Leaning against the counter to get that joint he had rolled out from the spot he tucked it in. "I been a cook for ten years at this point."