Jecht smirked in return, refraining from making a joke with the spectacular set up she had just given him. He was on his best behaviour today, after all. He turned the stove on, twisting around to grab the appropriate edibles, and looking only slightly awkward while going about it. "That's right," he confirmed, ripping open packages -- who needed knives or other silly tools like that?

"Little bigger'n my last place, but -- " he shrugged, thinking of his old house boat, the sizzle he tended to getting louder " -- seemed like it was just goin' to waste anyway. Lots'uv empty places around here..."