<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Multitasking was always something Simon was good at. However, it was more like, selective multitasking. He can look at cameras and work on a computer and work on robotics all at the same time and still know what he's doing on all subjects. But cooking, hosting, and not ruining it all... not so much. His head was already full of stuff and things, especially with the news report on Fazbear's, so it didn't entirely occur to him that he smell like burnt bread and cheese. <br/><br/>As he allowed the guest in, two things happened at once. Gregory started talking, therefore Simon noticing the dishes he had brought, and then Vivienne walked up with a cake. Simon's eyes widened at this, for it was certainly a good surprise, but his head twitched to the side slightly in confusion. Simon never really had a lot of guests over until recently, preferring to keep his home private, so he wasn't sure if this was some sort of subtle congratulations for finally inviting people over or if bringing extra food was just common for these people. Because as far as he knew, he didn't mention anything about a potluck or bringing your own food. Then again, he didn't really say much in the invitation besides come over for dinner. He shouldn't really complain though, seeing as he did burn about a third of his food. The extra food would be a good thing. No one will leave hungry at least.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it, you are on time, actually." He instinctively looked at his watch, which was not there, seeing as he was just cooking. "Watch is in the kitchen." He mumbled. "But hey, the extra food is good. I just burnt the mozzarella sticks so now we a replacement." He laughed, closing the door behind them with a soft click. The orange sky seeped softly through the small window in the door and throughout the house. It was interesting to here about the traffic though. This was always a quiet neighborhood with not a whole lot of lights, either that or Simon just happens to miss them most of the time. The later more likely. "Sorry they were a bother." There really wasn't much else to say about it. <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The brunette watched them for a second, simply standing in front of the door, blinking in hopes that would remind him what he was trying to do a second ago. He was going to say something, but now he couldn't remember. Maybe those traffic lights were a nuisance. Oh, right. "Oh!" Simon jolted into action,"If you want, you can place them down on the table in the dining room just down the hall. That way you don't have to carry them." He looked up for a second, looking at the little him shaking his head in disapproval. "Actually, don't bother, I'll take it. You guys make yourselves at home." He chuckled at his blunder. If Gregory and Vivienne let him, he would take the dishes and set them up in the center of the table, in between the several sets of ready set plates and silverware. If they didn't, he would simply let them take it. Either way, he would end up back with the two guests.<br/><br/>"I guess I can't ask how your trip here was." He joked, chuckling at himself, which was a rather nasty habit. "So, how was your week I suppose would be the next question." The man shrugged, rolling up his white, long sleeves. Being a host was already starting to get hard, because in a span of five minutes he burned an entire appetizer, had two guests in the hall probably wondering what to do, and now, the doorbell was ringing again. He knew some people were prompt when it came to times, but he expected at least someone to arrive late. But once everyone gets settled down it probably won't be so bad. <br/><br/>"One second." Simon told the two and went to the door again, opening it to the new guest. He was glad they didn't need any sort of rundown, for they already knew they weren't really late and all that stuff. "Well, if you like wine and roast, then it'll work perfectly."  To Simon, it didn't really matter what you were having, wine was always handy. But he knew other's didn't really have the same opinion. "Come on in." He let them in... Them. <br/><br/>Simon didn't recognize one. Well, kinda, they had to be twins or something, but he never really met her brother before. Better say hi before things get awkward. The host held out his hand to the young man,"Hi, I'm Simon."</span></span></span></td></tr></table>