[All of it. This place is more "home" than anywhere he can remember. So why does he still feel like he should be on edge? Check the exits one more time? Verify the knife under the couch cushions is still there? Ugh. It's exhausting.]

Can I help with that?

[Might as well. He'd rather learn how to make the stuff, himself, anyway. The Soldier would like that, right?]