Bodhi is inclined to keep being stubborn, but is distracted by his surroundings. He's very bad at inhabiting a space himself, and the disconnect doesn't strike him as how lived in it looks. He hasn't really had a home since he was a kid. He's very used to institutional, impersonal living space, temporary and unwelcoming. He has added absolutely nothing to his own cabin. It came functional, after all.

"Um, yeah, sure," he says, finding a spot. He actually shakes his head a little to chase off the surprise and get back to making fun of coffee. "Whatever you do to it, it's still caf."