[center][h3]Ash[/h3][/center]

	Ash began cooking a few minutes before Mortem arrived and was well into the process at this point, as a boy cooking was a way for him to really take in the world around him, he saw it as a joining force that brought together all the traits of his heritage. He could hear people behind him now but they were off on the other side of the room so he wasn't going to interrupt them at this point however the scent of fish, cilantro and lime would surely be reaching out to them, and surely they would be drawn to it, that is if they can smell. The thought crossed his mind at the last moment as he put final touches on his Baja fish tacos. 

Ash turned around and set a platter of tacos on the center island counter that separated the living area from the kitchen, it was then that he finally got a good look at the roommates that had come in and were talking a bit. [color=f7941d]"Well, sorry to be a hair aloof as you all arrived, but I have lunch prepared if you are hungry. I'm Ash Jens By the way, the pleasures mine."[/color] he gave a short bow from behind the counter and picked up a taco from the platter and took a bite, the acidity of the lime mingling with the flavor of the mahi-mahi he had gotten earlier before arriving himself. Ash looked to Mortem, a honest to goodness skeleton, He set his taco down and said with a bit of fluster in his voice, [color=f7941d]"Hope that me making this didn't presume too much, if you have a....dietary restriction... I can totally work with that, just let me know." [/color]The tweeting of the canary around the room almost sounded like laughing and in his head Ash could hear Krasis, [color=fff200][i]So nice of you Martha Stewart.[/i][/color]