A bit distracted by Rayne, whom had managed to turn the situation back into their favor (and embarrass him further in the process), Dai almost didn't answer when the question was posed. He almost shrugged in response, and then realized his place as the 'host'; "Oh uh, of course." He mumbled, knowing that it was later than it felt, and very shortly, if it hadn't already, the suns light would fade leaving only a blanket of stars in the sky.

"You know how to cook?" He smirked, nudging Rayne, with whom he was becoming more comfortable, given he was better prepared after his first few experiences with their humor. Letting go, he walked through the living room and around a long bar-counter, passing P-J and Richard with a small nod of acknowledgment. "One... two... three..." he began, counting faces for the first time since they'd all arrived. "Ten...." he mused, sudden fit of nervousness returning causing his face to become pale. "I-" he added reluctantly; "I think I'm just going to call someone." With that, he picked up the wireless phone resting on the inner counter where it rested against the wall, and dialed a short, four digit number before putting the phone to his ear; "Laura. Ten. People. Food, Help. please." there were short pauses between each statement and whomever was on the other end of the line seemed to know him well enough to keep the conversation going.