He shrugged, a jerky, one-shouldered motion as he started taking his time with the meal. He still wasn't doing small bites, but he wasn't shoveling as much into his mouth now that he'd gotten the first part down. At least he waited to keep talking until he was done swallowing.

"Sometimes. The weather the most. 'M from Georgia. It gets cold, but not like this. And I guess I miss my brother. He's an asshole, though. So wouldn't want him around long anyway."

Daryl elbowed Oliver lightly, "Guessin' you got yourself one'a them big families if you're goin' back every year."