As Nick returned to the meat he had pulled out of the fridge, he paused for a moment and thought. With a shrug, he nodded. "Probably not as fresh as what you are used to, but I just restocked yesterday, so it's still pretty fresh," Nick said, moving to wash his hands quickly before beginning to section the meat off into lumps on a flat, slightly indented portion of the counter. He looked up to her at her question, and his face moved to a bit of a dark smile. He certainly was not thinking anything wrong, it was simply the kind of smile when one would think badly of themselves. "My specialization has me 'enjoying' what is around me for days or weeks on end," Nick said. "It's better to have something on than to let myself crawl into that mindset when it isn't required. Plus, this allows me to work while I relaxed." Nick gestured to the screen on the counter with a hunk of the meat. "Incident reports and debriefings from various battalions. Keeps me informed without me having to spend a few hours going over papers."<br/><br/>As Neda went off to find a movie, Nick finished putting the meat on the flat top. He pressed a button below, and the surface began to heat up. As it was doing so, he pressed the chunks of meat down, forming more or less circular patties. He didn't grab one of the bigger packs of meat, but maybe by the looks of it they would have one or two extra. That is, if Neda was not exaggerating about the amount she would be able to eat. The movie was not one from his collection. Simply one in the base's collection for the troops. Idly, he tried to figure out who would have put it on the list. He never saw it fully, but he had seen bits. Enough for him to have a few guesses as he seasoned and cooked the meat. He was used to making his own food, both on base and on assignments. Thus, he was no stranger to cooking, and, if he said so himself, he thought he was at least decent at it. People wanted him to tend the grill whenever he gave them on base leave after a larger assignment, so he could at least grill and smoke things properly.<br/><br/>About twenty minutes in, Nick whistled to get Neda's attention. "Burgers are done," he called, washing his mechanical hands again. He began to pull more things out of the fridge: condiments, lettuce, tomato, onion, even a jar of sliced jalapenos. From on top of the fridge, he pulled down a packet of buns and simply dropped them next to the plate of still sizzling burgers before reaching into a cabinet for a pair of plates. If Neda was not so new to this environment, most of this would have been left where it was respectively kept, to be gotten out selectively for whoever was preparing their food. But Nick was willing to still keep to a nicer path with handling Neda, to see about whittling her down a bit in that fashion. Regardless, a few moments later, Nick had a pair of burgers on his plate and had pulled an unopened aluminium bag down -one filled with chips- and began to walk towards the couch, intending to use the coffee table placed in the vague center of the longest and central portion of said couch as his dining table for this lunch.