Chance was humming loudly to himself as he wentabout choosing herbs and spices tossing them willy nilly in the mix he was creating. He loved to cook, some even say he has a gift for it. However he says he can only cook with his pink apron on. So of corse as he moved around his apron flopped and frilled in the wind and moves of himself and the room around him. The sweet and spicey smell washed over the house teasingly making the dryest mouth poour with hunger.<br/><br/>It took chance a moment to realize he was no longer alone. "Oh, good to see your up!" he smiled stirring the sauce then delicately dressed the food in topping each plate with a bazil (bazel?) leaf. Throwing a dash of peper and a smidge of salf to complete his masterpiece. "I took the liberty of fixing you a plate I was hoping you would wake up and deside to eat. Haha. I suporse really I was hoping I wouldnt have to eat alone... it is so lonelyyou know? Well then again I guess it would have to be thats why it is called alone...." he sighed rubbing the back of his head again. "Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked sitting his own class of creme soda by his own red square plate piled with the mouthwatering meal.