Nathaniel listened to the answer as to what was available to cook.  Fully stocked would be easy… but the way she said it made him look up for a moment.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Neither am I.  It sounds like we will be ordering a lot of pizza or Chinese takeout.  I sure as hell am not cooking for this whole bunch often…  Stir Fry is the most complicated thing I can cook.  I am sure they won’t want barbeque every night either.”</span>He commented a bit before looking over at the Pans as they began moving on their own.   It looks like the ghost thing was in the room.<br/><br/>Nate tried to ignore the thing’s ministrations with the pans while it fought with ISIS.  Instead he reached up and took the pans he needed, taking 2 to cook enough for everyone and himself.  Those went on the stove before he began looking through the fridge for what he would need.  He took some of the chicken out of the freezer and put it in the microwave the thaw, while he was doing this he thought about what ISIS had said.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“So, do you not have the ability to cook for people, or you just refuse to ISIS?”</span><br/><br/>While waiting for an answer Nathaniel started working on cutting up all the vegetables he had gathered.  And while he waited for something, he began thinking about all the powers that the people had displayed.  Oh how some of them would have been useful on his deployment, like Nicole.  The ability to go through solid objects would have made some ops end very differently, and much better.   Though when he thought about Sarah’s powers, he immediately thought about what kind of trouble she could cause to their own group.  He was pretty sure that she was the only reason Jenny had shown him any interest.<br/><br/>He didn’t miss overhearing what the next mission was going to be, and immediately began regretting signing up for it.  He wasn’t as skilled with Black-ops type missions, or stealth.  His powers especially would stand out at night and give them all away.<br/><br/>Around that time the pot fell and made all the noise.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Damnit Diego.  Control your demon!”</span>he cursed before hearing the other man’s yell for the thing to go somewhere else.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Thanks… damn that pot is ruined.”</span>He grumbled a bit before retrieving the pot and putting it near the sink.<br/><br/>The microwave going off brought him out of his thoughts to move over to take the chicken breasts out so he could cut them into the small strips he would need.  Those went straight into the pans, half for one, and half for another.  He had pulled out enough food for all of them plus a few extra servings.  Once those were cooking, Nate looked up at the ceiling for a bit.  Especially he looked at the pot that had fallen and how the ones he had reached for had not been a struggle at all to get off the rack.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“ISIS, it looks like you are able to do something in here.   Can you get the stuff ready for me to cook the rice?” </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>