Aphismet busily emptied the bags into the once-bare refrigerator, smiling over at Lillian now that they'd made sure the three boys were still in the house. Rivener could keep an eye on them while the two "adults" took care of the meal planning. "Alright, so I've bought all this stuff that's easy to throw into the oven, okay? Everything's cut into manageable, bite-sized pieces so you just have to put it all into a pot and set it to cook." The chef smiled. He hadn't bought the slow-cooker, because he knew Lillian would protest such a big gift-... He'd buy it later and bring it over then. She wouldn't refuse something he'd already bought, right?
"So, I put the cans of sauce in this cupboard here; you can use these in the pot with one can of water, some vegetables, and some meat. Put everything in the pre-heated oven and voila! I'll write the temperatures and times needed on each pack of meat for you, okay? Do you have a big marker or something to write on the plastic wrap?" The chef dusted his hands on his pants now that the last of the groceries was put away, looking around for the marker he asked for on the off chance he'd spot one just lying around.
Rivener flinched slightly when the big dog barked at him; his wings half-snapped open, ready to defend himself. Thankfully Tyson reigned in the critter a moment later and Riv relaxed back into place, giving the thing a distrusting glare. "Hmrph," came the soft scoff. Scared by a dog, really.
"Well, I guess now that Aphi's back we're probably going to go soon. ...I really like your house the longer I stay in it though; it's like a mystery waiting to be solved, or something. Like a gigantic puzzle. Or like, if we put certain things together in a room something amazing will happen and we just have to find out which pieces go together for it to happen." The Sigel grinned, looking around at the paintings and hanging shields and bamboo masks. "Pretty cool."
