Ryan went through his cabinets and pulled out a couple of pans and such. At the speed of sound, he set his small table for two people to sit and eat. After that he walked over to the fridge. "I'm thinking breakfast for dinner, you in?" He asked, not looking back at her. A lot had happened this week. It started out great, and then everything basically went down hill from there. He paused at the fridge as he started pulling out eggs, butter, and some other ingredients. "...I always kind of knew my Dad would go like that, die while on the job."