The meal was prepared, the smell near arousing, one could say. Everything was set except that Rimion had not found drinks for them both. He chuckled for a moment after realizing this fact, but was a bit shocked to see Max walk over to his fridge to grab his carton of milk, pouring a couple of glasses. And yet, Rimion could not believe that the fridge was as bare as a wasteland. He tried to hold in his gripes, knowing well he complained enough about the disorganization of the kitchen cupboards and cabinets. And it was something to call into question: How was the freezer filled to the brim, but the refrigerator was the equivalent of a desert? Either way it goes, Rimion had many words and perhaps some fists for Sam. Rimion had to admit, while he had cooked, it was rather nice of Max to set everything up for them both. Was he so angry about Sam's laziness that he simply didn't care that he was doing it at all.<br/><br/>As Max finally sat down, he started to cut through the ribs, separating them one by one, putting five ribs on Max's plate and five on his own. He placed some of the vegetables in one bowl for Max and one for himself, handing Max his food. "And I hope to explore more of that bag of tricks... And I wouldn't mind doing more with you." Rimion said with a smile. "Did Arin ever tell you of my last Master?"