Oh. That makes more sense to him, he hadn't thought about the whole... snow thing since it wasn't something that ever generally happened. "Ah. That might've been something that was more isolated to the mountains around Vegas, our climate was... more like a desert."

Just one of those things that comes with being an old man at heart and being difficult to get under that particular shell to see that he isn't as cold about things as he tends to act. He's certainly doing better here, but it won't ever completely leave, especially since he's not entirely sure how to act around him, either. A whole weird situation, indeed.

Luckily that actually spurs him into trying to eat it, quiet for the longest moment while he mulls it over. It's... well, it's better than what he remembers, if he was perfectly honest. There's the smallest hint of an actual smile, a good sign. "Honestly, better than the ones I remember. Pushin' the horseradish further does it a lot more good for a stronger flavor out of it."

... Though maybe he should say something. "You ain't gotta so formal around me, you know. This shit is just as awkward for you as it is for me. I'm just better at masking that than you are, says the shitty gambler."