Ryo had hurried as fast as he could getting the heavy bags in the trunk. He wasn't strong or muscular. That wasn't how he was built. Nor was he able to waste time on working out. His high metabolism kept him from needing to do so. Finally getting the last into the trunk. He shuts it and jumps inside. Grinning. He was going to cook shrimp alfredo...or shrimp scampi. Or even a mixture of dishes. He was sure his roommate was the type that when they were really hungry...would need a lot to fill them. Not that he was certain. He just loved to cook. It was something he was actually good at doing. He looks out the window. "Do you like shrimp?" he asks softly.