Yeah, I wouldn't want fancy stuff on a regular basis. Just not used to it.

[He peers over the stuff in the cart.] I think this is good. You wanna go back and start decorating? Or we could knock off and grab some lunch. It must be after noon by now.

[He glances around for a clock; he's never gotten in the habit of carrying a watch, too used to working in a show where time is irrelevant.]