There's nowhere to cut because all the main characters are in the same room, so it's just later. Adele offers little sandwiches to the suspiciously staring Tara and very angry fangophobic Jason -- who takes too many and must arrange them on the tail of his Alabama Thunderpussy t-shirt as though it's a plate -- before turning to their guest. Bill shakes his head, a little awkwardly, and Adele gasps, remembering immediately that he doesn't eat and horrified that she's caught him off-guard. Across from him, Jason takes a big lovely bite.
"Your people, Mr. Compton. They were from this area, I believe?" Yes. His father was a Compton and his mother was a Loudermilk. "Oh, there are a lot of Loudermilks left! But I'm afraid old Mr. Jesse Compton died last year..." Bill nods. That's why he's back in Bon Temps, there aren't any living Comptons, so he's taken over the old Compton place. "And as I expect the VRA to pass, I..." Jason interrupts immediately, ignoring Sookie's stare. "I wouldn't be too sure about that if I were you. A lot of Americans don't think you people deserve special rights." Bill points out that they're not special, just equal, and as usual in this conversation Jason ignores him altogether: "No, I'm just saying there's a reason things are the way they are." Bill agrees, and calls it out as injustice, which infuriates Jason even more: "Listen! It's called This Is How We Do It!" He points at the floor with every word. "This is my house," Adele says quietly. "I will not tolerate rudeness." Jason grumbles. Where logic fails or contradicts, we will always have the status quo; wherever a man benefits from his circumstance, he will always name it tradition; whatever a man recognizes in himself, and fails to acknowledge, must be regulated in all others.