Dusting blinks. "Its just Dustin." he says bluntly. Looking at her in distaste at being called Mr. Stevens. "Please...just...nevermind." He turns to walk away when he sees her presenting her own food. "That be your lunch. Do not mistake me for a fool." he says softly. Pain in his voice. "Okay." He says. Not looking at the fridge but at her. "Do you hate me too?" he asks meekly. Seeing how she avoided looking at him...a lot.<span style="font-style: italic">Her mother speaks up. "I hear you go a new roommate. Well I just called to tell you your prior engagement is off. Mr. Larkson has already been informed. We have made a match of greater nobility and importance with you."</span>Dustin walks over to the stove and starts to make dinner for himself and her...he guessed. He wasn't used to cooking for anyone else but himself.