As yet, Drae was not sure he intended to make any requests of Amadan, but somehow it didn't entirely offend him to know that he had the option. For the most part, his mind still reeled from the situation in which he found himself. The situation that had led him to taking on a roommate, when in years past he had recoiled at the very prospect of even a temporary houseguest. It was not in his nature to play host to anything, save for customers whose presence he would tolerate for mere minutes. If he was lucky, he mused, the shifter would be in and out within the week. How he would swing that... he had no idea.<br/><br/>"I would imagine it takes a lot of care," Drae thought aloud. "A violin that old, I'm surprised it plays so well. Though maybe that speaks to your talent. I admit, I have no real ear for these things. I'll know if something sounds nice, and that's about the extent of my musical inclinations."<br/><br/>He gave pause when the spider began communicating with him. Without words, presumably in such a fashion that Amadan might not have understood. Drae had yet to determine just how well the two understood each other, but he had a sneaking suspicion that if Amadan knew what the spider craved - fresh, living meat - he might have bristled. If nothing else, however, the two shared a mind in one regard. They were both hungry.<br/><br/>Contemplative, the Hex'ras peered over to the closed door across from the cash counter, behind which sat a staircase leading up into his apartment. He had to wonder for a moment if he had anything in the fridge, premade or otherwise. "I might have something. I'm not really much of a cook, but I think I have a few leftovers you can have." Moving away from the counter, he made for the shop's front door, ensuring the door was properly locked. Turning back to Amadan, Drae waved him along and headed for the door that would take them upstairs. "Come along. We might as well get you settled."<i>For however long you'll be here...</i><br/><br/>The stairs leading up to the second floor were narrow, creaky, in a state of repair that likely required a bit of attention but received very little. Drae wasn't much of a handyman. As far as he was concerned, so long as the steps didn't cave in, they didn't need all that much work.<br/><br/>The apartment he led them into was much the same, though perhaps a bit cleaner. In addition to lacking the skills of a repairman, it appeared that he didn't know all that much about interior design - either that or he cared little for it. None of the decor matched, having come from various thrift shops, liquidation warehouses, and the back room of an antique shop run by the only friends with whom he had bothered to keep in contact. The plush, chocolate-brown sofa played home to a host of throw blankets, none of which paid any compliment to the furniture. He had more end tables than he knew what to do with, most having been plucked from the back alley dumpster, all of them topped with stacks of papers, books, and bottles of this and that. The Hex'ras was something of a pack rat, not terribly organized, but if two things could be said in his favor, they were as follows: he never left behind a hint of trash and, amid all the clutter, he knew precisely where everything was.<br/><br/>With the afternoon light fading, Drae dubbed it safe to pull open the blackout curtains just a bit, enough to let light in for his new companion. Only then did he weave through the living area to the modestly sized kitchen, tucked into the corner of the apartment well in view of the main room. "I'll ask that you make yourself comfortable, but to please leave things where they are. It may look terribly disorganized to you, and it well may be, but I tend to like things as they are."<br/><br/>Pulling open the fridge, Drae peered insight with a thoughtful hum. Here and there he had stored styrofoam takeout containers, various pieces of Rubbermaid tupperware, and the occasional bottle of sauce or water. Not much of a cook, he tended to order in more often than not, and on the rare occasion a restaurant didn't deliver, he would simply pick up what he wanted and bring it back. Cooking was an art that was somewhat lost on him when takeout was considerably easier. Amadan had mentioned soup, prompting Drae to look for the container carrying a sizeable amount of shrimp gumbo. This he withdrew and put into a pot to heat on the stove.<br/><br/>"I suppose at some point, it may be worthwhile to do a bit of grocery shopping," he mentioned. Now that there was more than one person to cook for - Phoneutria nigriventer included, though he didn't suppose the spider would care much for gumbo. "Once it's dark. I don't care all that much for the sun, and I know of a place that's open fairly late."