Key scratched his head and tried not look look at Priscilla like she was an entitled bitch or crazy. He wasn't sure which right now. Still, he liked her and wanted to be her friend. "Well, I'll let you in on a little secret in case you're expecting anything rich around here." He dropped the carefully cultivated speech he'd taught himself and let his natural accent wash through. "I'm just a boy from small town Alabama. I could be so much more hick if you want me to be!"

Then he threw back his head and laughed at that hilarity of that accent and his own joke. A second later, his face turned serious again. "Look, I can teach you all that stuff. I like to clean, but my cooking could use help. Help me pay rent, and I couldn't care less if you never lift a hand to help clean."