Matt kept re-opening cabinets and forgetting which one he last opened. He felt so scatterbrained and probably nervous because he didn't know if Daemon would have minded him going through everything. "Really though, is it weird that I'm just kinda cooking in the kitchen of a guy I met yesterday?" He thought self conciously while gradually moving slower. Suddenly, Matt heard an amused voice behind him and he accidentally dropped the spatula.

"G-Good morning!" He put on a nervous smile as he picked up the spatula and froze. "Yeah, haha...hope you don't mind me wrecking your kitchen. I uh, made some french toast so feel free to take some." Matt pointed to a plate of a couple of slices of toast on a plate, and then glanced at some of the items still scattered on the counter. "Oh yeah...I totally forgot where those went." He mumbled and scratched the back of his neck. It was too early for this and he was hungry. The toast looked like it cooled completely, so he started eating a slice.