"Yeah, I feel kinda guilty to be honest." Rich said to P-J about Dai's situation. "Like, I know if a bunch of people showed up at my place that I didn't know I'd be pretty freaked out, but yeah like you said, sometimes you just have to go with the flow." Rich smiled at P-J when he started discussing music. "Yeah, I brought it along for a bit of practice and if anyone wanted to hear a bit. When I'm with my band we usually play upbeat surf and grungy type stuff, but when I'm solo I'll still play a bit of that stuff, but I'll usually play more mellow stuff like J Mascis, or Mac DeMarco, or Elliot Smith. But hey, if you wanna hear some Springsteen I think I could play some of his stuff." He said with a grin.

When Dai walked in looking panicked, Rich decided he should help out somehow. Though the only things he knew how to cook were macaroni, instant ramen, and toast so he wouldn't be of much help on the cooking front. When P-J got his note returned from Dai, Rich read it from behind him before asking "Are you going to need any help with that? Or should I try to find something else to help with?" It didn't really seem like it was all [i]that[/i] much to carry, but Rich didn't really want to seem like too much of a dead weight, and he did feel bad for just barging in with a dubious invitation, even if he wasn't the only person to do so.