Well surprise, surprise. Look what the hellcat dragged in. [ Bobby doesn't even so much as look up from his plate of goulash when John enters, continuing to poke at the food, feet up on the small coffee table in front of the ratty chair. ] And just how long am I gonna be in for playin' "Uncle Bobby" this time 'round? Cuz I've got things to do, you know. [ His tone might be ornery, but there's no risk that he's actually of a mind to say 'no' -- and they both know it.

... Which really only makes him more ornery. ]