Spirit turned away from her with nothing more than a nod of his head. He headed towards the elegant kitchen that they had in their apartment. He actually wanted someone who would love him. He wanted someone who wouldn't care that he has no emotions or that he didn't know how to have them. Yet as much as he wanted it...he feared it so much more. He nodded his head. "Yes. Every day. Every night." he says simply. "It is my path of enlightenment. I must follow the path of enlightenment that I gained back when I was ten." He says mysteriously. Walking into the kitchen and begins to pull out pots and pans. "If you feel it necessary to do so than do what you want." he says simply and distantly. "Well I can cook for the both of us then. I like cooking. I am a very good cook." he says simply. He soon had a very elegant and delicious looking chicken dinner on the table. (see image below) He said nothing. Seeming to just place plates of food and the remaining food on the table. He sits down. Whispering a small prayer and then puts tiny plates on the counter with some food for the more solid ghosts.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://creative.alliancehealth.com/em/dc/img/Chicken_picatta.jpeg">[ img ]</a>