"It's just weird. Being back here all of a sudden. Not bad-weird, just....there's a lot of baggage in this place. Both literal and metaphorical." Jim shrugs and lets the facade of good host drop away for a moment. "I want to make sure that there's some good tied to this place, you know? My ma's side of the family has had this place for generations."

One thing there isn't any of is food, which really makes a lot of sense considering it's been empty for four years. There's a few dehydrated emergency food supplies in the pantry, but that's about it. The pantry and fridge are both bare but clean. There's a small bar area off the side of the kitchen that is still somewhat stocked, big shock there. But underneath the sink has all the typical cleaning supplies, plus a few things reminiscent of the tools a certain bounty hunter uses in her genocides against filth that Verity should be able to figure out. They're not the same, but similar. (Samus' are probably better, alas).

"I guess we should start taking some of these cloths off and see what shape the furniture's in?" Jim gives Clint a look. "I know we've got some basic holiday stuff somewhere around here. Either in one of the spare bedrooms or the attic. First things first though."