Luke watched Precious as she went about the kitchen, much more comfortable in the space than he was.  She started the coffee in a fancy machine that Luke couldn't have hoped to figure out, and then began to create a little fruit salad to go with breakfast.  It looked pretty, and tasty, and the boy felt his stomach growl once more.<br/><br/>He ignored it in favor of listening to her talk.  3 years working for him, but she'd known him longer than that... A friend, then.  Good to know.  Maybe she met him while he was working, doing whatever it was he did?  Construction, something... It was hard to guess, and Luke didn't get the feeling Eddy was keen on talking about it.<br/><br/>"Um, I met him downstairs.  In the bar."  The answer was honest; there was no point in hiding it.  Luke finished making three plates, setting them at the island, and double-checked he'd turned the stove off, paranoid about unfamiliar appliances.  His own barely worked, and he had to play games to make it function, so using a new, updated system was strange.<br/><br/>"Had a bad day, walked in... We started talking, then came up here."  Luke didn't add on, didn't need to.  Precious got the idea.  He leaned against the counter slightly, then motioned at the fruit she was cutting.  "Do you want any help...?"  He felt wierd standing around in a space that wasn't his.