"I am not." Atticus made his way back down the stairs, his perpetual frown still twisting the corners of his lips. He glanced back as Aerin continued onto the topic of food, realizing that perhaps, his roommate was hungry. Once he'd finished putting all his things in the apartment, he would treat him to a meal as a thanks for his assistance. Atticus reached the sidewalk and fixed his fingers over the edge of the desk again, nodding at Aerin for him to do the same. 

"One should really not be picky," Atticus said, nodding slightly again, "with food, with anything. Being picky does not allow for the full experience of life." He grunted as they lifted the desk again and, foolishly, turned so that he was at the bottom of the stairs. "I–" he grunted again as they took the steps one at a time, "–intend to take full advantage of my location. I do intend to explore."