“How do I want them”, he says, repeating her question.  Tilting his head in confusion, he simply chuckles lightly, embarrassed; he usually just ate his meats uncooked.  Wanting now to desperately adjust, he clung to her ever word, trying to take in as much of this new world as possible.  Before last night, he could have cared less, but now he had a rock to stand by.  “Risa, anything is fine, we gargoyles can eat just about anything.”  Exploring the impressive kitchen, he accidentally turns on the stove burners, jumping at the sight before quickly figuring how to turn them off.  “Umm Risa, I don’t know how to thank you.. For everything, I don’t want to think what I would be doing if I hadn’t met you.”  He then recalled how violently they had met, cursing himself.  He had been just a feral beast, but she showed him that he could be part of the civil world as well; he just wanted to know how much he appreciated her.  Not wanting to break anything, he idles in the corner, curiously looking at all the devices like a kid in a candy store.