Ruby seems to like him. That's always been good enough for me.

[Although Ruby's judgement could be questionable at times, considering there were reasons why he tried to monitor her use of cookware in the kitchen as much as possible, her judgement of people had never failed. Oscar trusted her with everything-- his life, his continued existence. He trusted her gut feelings on people.]

But, so is hearing that someone is having trouble.

[He filled the tin camping cup he had pulled out from his bottomless bag while he spoke, smiling as the steam and the warm aroma of cocoa caught the breeze. Still beaming, Oscar passed it off.]

Here. Julia has good taste in cocoa.