He looked past Brian, and took a glance at some of the others; holy hell, their sure were a lot of them.<br/><br/>He tensed up a bit when he felt Olivia touching his back, but it faded so quickly that it might leave her wandering if it was her imagination or it really happened.<br/><br/>"Yeah, come on in, guys. Just make sure to use inside voices. Keeping quiet keeps the infected away." He would step back from the door, and move off towards the stove. He set his bat down on the counter near the stove, and checked the pot and its contents.<br/><br/>"And I think you guys are in luck." Even when it was just by himself,  he always made big batches of soup; after so many years, it was just ingrained in him. It never went wasted, though; refrigeration might be right out, due to no power for weeks now, but keeping it at just below a simmer and covered meant a pot of stew could stay fresh for a few days. "Soup's just about ready, and their should be enough for us all."<br/><br/>This one, however, happens to be quite fresh. The smell of the vegetable stew fills the whole restaurant and kitchen, and beyond that, to those with a keen sense of smell, they might even catch a whiff of fresh baked bread; probably a rarity in these times, but something that's been a staple for him and Olivia.<br/><br/>After checking on it, he would go to take off his helmet, and jacket; both of these end up on the counter space next to the bat.  Back when life was normal, he'd have never done it, but now... well, it was as good a spot as any. Plus, he just liked having it right there at hand, in case the shit ever hit the fan, and he needed to get ready quickly.