"Ah, that's a'right. I didn't even know I had half this shit. Dami brings stuff over from the house and never takes anything back when she leaves." He explained, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway as he scanned the supplies around the kitchen. He looked at the french toast, but his stomach was still twisting from the nightmare and he couldn't even think of eating. "Thanks, man, but I don't eat in the mornings. I just drink water, mostly." He pushed off the doorway and walked forward, putting all the stuff away in any drawer they would fit in. He was still shaking from the nightmare, but doing his best to hide it.

"I don't even know how to cook much, why the hell does Dami bring all this over?"