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Ryan stood, replacing the rifle in the case and closing the case. He walked back inside, reflexively expecting the smell of breakfast as he entered and placed the case by the door, calling out. "Mary, wake..."

Shaking his head, Ryan tried to bring himself back to today. Mary wasn't here...only...Envy, who seemed to have fallen asleep on the floor. Kneeling down, Ryan shook her lightly. "Envy. Wake up...it's morning. I've been up since sunrise cleaning my rifle and doing my morning practice shots, and, well...we need to make some breakfast here."

Ryan nodded, then walked out to the car quickly. Opening the trunk, he pulled out some bags of groceries that they'd picked up on the way to his house then walked back in, placing them on the counter area in the kitchen. Looking in one, he shrugged and pulled out a box that Envy had told him to pick up, a box that said it was pancake mix...yet somehow all one had to do was add water. "We can make these if it's all possible, all we need to do is get some water from the pump out in the barn and dust off the frying pan," Ryan opened a cupboard and pulled out a dusty frying pan as he said this. "No running water, either, Envy."

Ryan then pulled out a container that had maple syrup - and Ryan had insisted on getting the more expensive pure maple syrup, as even though they'd also gotten some cheaper stuff, something had seemed wrong about it. This was the cheap one, and Ryan opened it. Pouring a bit onto his hand, he already didn't like how it felt - it didn't feel like actual maple syrup, but more like some glutinous gel. Tasting it, he shook his head. "Eugh. I don't know why you call this stuff maple syrup or even why you eat it. It tastes fake - it's not nearly as sweet, not to mention it doesn't feel like maple syrup so much as it feels like engine oil. Probably has some in it, for that matter, but I wouldn't even put this stuff in the Ford." Ryan opened the window that was over the kitchen counter, then threw the container of fake maple syrup out the window, pulling out the pure stuff. "I rarely ever had this, but it tastes amazing. Nothing like that...that s**t."

Ryan then walked out to the barn, taking a bucket that sat by the door. Within five minutes he was back, having pumped out a bucket full of water, which he set on the counter. "If you need more, I can go get it from the barn," he said, already going over to the stove, which he put some more kindling in and lit. "Just give the stove a few minutes to heat up, then put the pan on top of it. That's how we cook things here, unless it's over an open fire, which we'd do over there." Ryan had never pointed out the fireplace, which had been boarded over for the time being - Ryan, as with his uncle before him, always left the fireplace boarded over in winter, and whoever had last been here had remembered to do that to keep cold air from coming down the chimney and into the house. "That'd probably be for meat, though...which if you want to get, we'd need some way of keeping cold, so we'd need to get some ice and an icebox of some sort. We didn't even have a non-electric refrigerator, sadly."

Ryan walked over to the counter and pulled open a heavy, large drawer filled with bags. "We'd put meat in here...all these bags are filled with salt. It tasted salty, but it would keep for a good while. Other stuff we didn't eat...we'd just put it in here for the night and then have it for breakfast, usually."

Ryan looked back at Envy and his eyes widened a bit. "Envy, don't touch the stove - you'll burn yourself!"

Ryan walked up to Envy and knelt down. Looking at her face, he just couldn't help but smile. Not a smirk of knowing, not a laugh because of a funny joke or just because everyone was laughing, nothing like that. For the first time in sixty years, Ryan was smiling and at least some form of happy. What the hell is it with her...

Standing up again, Ryan offered his hand to help Envy up. "Better get up quickly, or the pancakes will burn!" He said it with a note of amusement, as if he were being slightly joking. He didn't know why...it just felt right, he guessed.

Ryan laughed this time, sitting at the table. "Let's hope they're good. I haven't had good pancakes in decades..." He put quite a bit of syrup on his two, then quickly got up and pulled a battered-looking fork and knife from a drawer. "Not much in the way of silverware, either," he said before starting in on his breakfast.

Ryan ate the pancakes like he never had before - it was the first time in a long time that he'd had them, especially such good ones. "Delicious," he almost gasped, taking a glass from a drawer and filling it with water from the bucket. "Probably the best I've ever had," he said, drinking half the glass of water. "Now, as for you..."

Ryan opened his large suitcase and pulled out two soul dolls - they'd been folded up to both fit. "I was thinking of starting on your bankai training while we're here, Envy."

Ryan pulled a soul-stealing glove out of the bag as well, putting it on his left hand. "I assure you, you didn't mishear me," he said, forcing his soul out of his body. His gigai fell to the floor, and he left it there, throwing the glove to Envy. "Just follow my reiatsu," he said before using shunpo and disappearing with both soul dolls.

He appeared in the middle of his property, with the house far off and nothing but flat land around him. He dropped one soul doll on the ground about two hundred yards from his center point, then returned and waited for Envy.