[ Hickey's working his scarf and coat open as well, slipping them off and leaving them in a crumpled heap behind him. He catches the water, giving Thomas a little nod, before carefully moving the bucket up to sit on his lap. If he's going to vomit, we're not going to get puke on anything else.

That comment about Sunday dinner, however, gets a little chuckle. ]

They're not using them, [ Hickey points out. ] Stuck in a situation like this where who knows how long things'll last, why not enjoy the finer things in life while I've got them?

[ He's never had silverware like that before. He's never had china like that before. Why not use them! Why not have fittings that befit his true station, not scrabbling and scrounging at the bottom as he's done all his life. ]

Adds a touch of class to the tinned goods and strung up game.