[Juno falls quiet for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He glances towards the plants on the windowsill before responding--]

Huh. Never thought of it that way. [He pauses, then clears his throat.] That's--That's nice of you, I guess.

[Why the hell is this guy being so nice? Does he have an ulterior motive of some sort? What is his plan? Juno takes out another bottle, studying Ray carefully.]

Whiskey, wine, or beer? Pick your poison. Pretty sure I've got some leftover eggrolls in the fridge if you get hungry. If you want, I...guess.