Atticus looked up in surprise. "Hot sauce..." He made a face and shook his head slightly. "If I didn't eat that, that would not be because I am picky; it's simply common sense." He leaned down and hefted up a box from their apartment floor. "Apples on burgers, however, sounds gourmet. I wouldn't put it past a restaurant looking for ratings to try it." He nodded back to Aerin as he spoke, walking idly towards his new room; he had to start unpacking soon, but for now he would just move a few valuables into his bedroom. 

"You don't mind if I take you out now, do you?" Atticus asked, returning from his bedroom with quick pace. He was a naturally fast walker; it was a perk that came with his long legs. "I intended to take you out to dinner, as a thank you for your assistance."