It was pretty nice to see Max smile, even if it was slight smile at that. While they appeared to have ever so much in common, Rimion felt those memories were better left in the past, to be reminisced at one's own leisure. He was quite hungry, and assumed Max was too. If anything, Hunger would give them an excuse to temporarily make use of this new found positive energy in Rimion's body. As Max mentioned he had no clue of what could be in his kitchen, Rimion did not know whether this would be a call for concern or if this could be a fun experience. Either way it goes, what would it matter? Despite the slight moment of spilt blood and guts, it would give them something to take their minds off of it all, and think of something more positive. He gladly accepted Max's hand, smiling as he got up and making sure not squeeze the man too hard, "I like the sound of that. Surely, we'll find something that I could make." He said, a hearty laugh abruptly flowing from his lips. He instantly flushed from such actions but shrugged his shoulder, not bothering to worry over why that laugh came out of his mouth.<br/><br/>"Why don't we check your freezer, first?" Rimion suggested, heading for the kitchen, a gentle grip on Max. He would have let go, but he knew it'd be pretty rude to just walk off and leave him there. "Well, as this is your home... I think it is only fair that you look first." He said, stepping aside for Max.