”Doc, come on,” Edgar began around a mouthful of cracker, “You don’t have to do all that. It’s amazing that you’re feeding us in the first place, don’t buy something just for me like that.” Though he knew the good doctor wouldn’t expect repayment, in Edgar’s mind the debt kept piling up. How could he ever make all of this up to him? “As soon as I get up on my feet, heal up some more and all, I’m gonna get a job and I can get my own steak.”
“Wha– of course I’m going to feed you, there’s nothing amazing about that.” He’s not the kind of person that would save their lives just to have them starve to death anyway because they weren’t able to fend for themselves after all. “I know I don’t have to, and you know there’s no rush on things either, right? I’m not going to kick you out just because your wounds have healed.”