[He nods in agreement. This is definitely worlds better than his first day, but he also feels like he doesn't have much right to say so. He hadn't died. He hadn't been stripped of his memories. He feels a faint twinge in his chest when she puts that polite smile back on, but he offers his own in turn, hoping she'll find it encouraging.]

Sweet sounds good. We're supposed to have fun here, right? [Afterlife or not.] Might as well go for somethin' we don't get to eat every day.