Andy stared at his guest; the last thing he had expected was to hear him offer to cook. "If you want to cook, you can stay here forever. I'm not particularly fond of meal preparation myself." He joined Alastor to the fridge to look inside. "We'll need some fat to prepare the meat," he said, tapping on the bottle of liquid butter and then moved to inspect the top shelve of the fridge. "I seem to have some bacon and chicken filets..." he checked the dates on the pre-packed meat, "we probably should eat the chicken first, the expiration date is tomorrow." 

He opened the door above the fridge to have a look in the freezer. "Green beans, peas with carrots, cauliflower..." he muttered as he inspected the bags of frozen vegetables. "I keep some potatoes, onions and garlic in that cabinet," he added, pointing to one of the doors. "And the spices and herbs are over there," he mentioned as he pointed to a rack close to the electric stove. 

He turned to Alastor. "Is there a specific recipe you wish to try? Because we can quickly go to the shop and buy what you need."