"I'm sure that aliens can fight their own battles, and I doubt they'd do that by dropping grindstones on their feet." Gus shares a smile with Henry.

"Anyway, since dinner's gonna be a while, Shawn and I were thinking of going through his old stuff? Still in the attic?" Gus looks over all the knifes layed out for inspection, true to Henry, they're all lined up straight and the sharp edges are all facing the same way. In some ways he's almost as impulsive as Gus, only his neatness comes from sheer disipline. And it's not as obsessive, Gus notices one of the knives got slanted slightly, he reaches out to fix it.