[Large... cold boxes. He looks over his shoulder from where he's crouched and towards the kitchen, his eyebrows are hiking up.]

You have boxes filled with ice. You can say as much. You might think me primitive, but I understand the concept of the cold keeping food fresh for longer.

[He's a hunter! Of course he does!

(But rather, no. Her general way of explaining the concept of a "cold box" does him no favors, because literally. He's just imagining a box that is kept brimming with ice or something.)]

Your world, what did you call it? Kali...?

[California.]