"Well, I'm not a stag either...." Melody replied with a slight giggle. He was so fun to be around, and she couldn't quite fathom the last time she had fun with another person. The real fun, and not the kind you fake so people will leave you alone. It was the real, genuine kind that friends could enjoy when hanging out. When he mentioned her cooking, she couldn't help but to smile even wider.<br/><br/>"God in Heaven knows how much I love to cook actually. I can cook most anything except onion based dishes. I actually dislike onions with a burning passion. So, yes, I'll be more than happy to cook! and living alone after people assume you're a monster... well, it has it's upsides I suppose. At least you aren't bothered to be woken up by yelling or have to follow anyone else's rules. You can also stay up as long as you'd like... and watch Food Network until 4 a.m. if you so feel like it." she pretty much summed up her life at her home. She did keep her home nice and tidy, she did like being alone in some senses.<br/><br/>"Oh don't apologize about what happened at the café, darling! If anything, that might make my family think I have a social life. It will probably die within a few days anyways. I don't worry about rumors much anymore. So, please don't fret yourself over it. Also, this might be weird to bring up now, but after you leave here, can we still talk from time to time? I'd like to see how you're doing."