<div style="text-align: justify;">As Rimion looked into the fridge, he was rather surprised at their short discovery. It may have been a lot of food stuffed in one spot, but he definitely had quite a lot to work with in the future. As Max took handed him a pack of beef ribs and a pack of frozen vegetables and stating that it will either be Sam or him, not Max ever cooking, he merely shrugged his shoulders, as he has heard this many times before. About a good number of his past masters either could not cook to save their lives, or feel like becoming super dependent on somebody else. "All right. Technically, I am the slave and I am expected to do what I'm told, whether I like it or not. Can't say I'm happy or sad about the matter." He said as he let out a soft chuckle to himself. <br/><br/>He put the frozen food on his right shoulder as he tried to go through the cupboards, and it just seemed to be poorly organization. "Sam, is that the bloke's name? Well, this is... just plain lazy. Everything is simply piled up over everything. These cupboards are hardly organized! I'm going to need to talk with this Sam bloke..." Rimion complained, growling softly. As he managed to get everything started, he turned to Max, who started to talk about discussing the parameters of their play time. While this was important but not so important that he would make a big deal out of it. "Well, I'm all ears." He said, giving the man his undivided attention.</div>