"Yeah, you always did like pickles." Neal drawled with a bemused look. Sometimes he wishes that Les remembered the moments Neal was around. The other part is grateful because at least this way he gets to be the sometimes overly interested lawyer and not the deadbeat father he knows Les probably calls him. "Anything I need to know, be worried about, taking care of on the business/property end. You know I can only help if I know about it, right?"