[The suggestions are just enough on base that they don't sound too fucked up for Tate to consider, taking out his hand with a cautious watching of the snake as it devours the little corpse with a passion he hadn't quite expected. This'll be an interesting new endeavor, feeding this thing. Especially if he tries the live route.

He wipes his hand off on his shirt, crinkling his nose and making note to change before he makes anything to eat. The laundry Derek did last night's sitting out, a black henley looking ripe for the taking later. He picks his beer back up, taking another swig.]

That's cool. You can stick around if you're not busy, have another beer if you want. I get it if you have other shit to do, I can always text you if I have questions about anything. You'll get sick of me soon enough.