[He scoffs, pulling himself up from the chair he'd draped himself across.]

Wow, is she trying to fatten you up to eat you or something? I mean, knowing Lup, maybe it's a different kind of eating.

[Fuck it. Fuck fighting himself, fuck this, fuck all of it. He's gonna cook a meal and they're gonna eat and he'll leave when he fucking wants to and who cares.]

Come on, I'm gonna go mock your kitchen, everything in it, and by the end you're gonna know how to make something. Probably bread. We'll see what happens.

[He's got some starters over at his house, he can grab off some pieces to grow into something better.

Oh, how poetic that would be if he stopped to think of the irony of giving her anything that grows.]