"I'd be mighty pleased to listen to your tales over this here tea. I bet it's a taste I'°d take a likin' to, if I could taste it."

Boothill had a fondness for hearing the tales of a particular ex-Galaxy Ranger, soaking in the highs and lows of your numerous adventures and escapades throughout the years.

It seemed that his enjoyment stemmed not just from the stories themselves, but from the act of simply listening to you speak, regardless of the subject.

Gradually, you grew accustomed to his presence, finding enjoyment in the slight warmth he brought to your otherwise lonely home and you didn't mind brewing him scaling tea that he could hardly taste.