Lasagna roamed the hallways. It had a clean, almost too clean, smell to them and he resisted the urge to shudder. Where was the apples? The cinnamon? The smell of burnt sugar as someone left a pot of it on the stove for too long? Really. Someone needed to talk to someone else about the way this place smelled. His food wasn't probably the only thing that tasted the best around here, it probably was the best smelling thing around here too!<br/><br/>Giving a friendly wave to the nurse's at the station, he leaned over and asked if lunch had been served yet. When they answered yes, he asked if they minded him going around the rooms and asking how it was. After explaining that he wasn't out to hurt anyone and that he had cooked today's meal, they let him. Though with a warning not to tire any of the patients out or he would end up in the ER. Chuckling at what he hoped was a joke, he started to walk around to the different rooms.<br/><br/>Some thought it was too tough. Others too soft. The complaints were many and he had to resist the urge to yell at them that this was the best food they had ever tasted! He knew it! His food was always the most flavorful after all. Coming to another room, he softly knocked at the door. "Hello? May I come in?"