London floated around with Hannah for a while longer, enjoying the time spent with here, before deciding it was getting late enough to start dinner. He beckoned to Hannah to follow as he walked back up to the outside shower on the side of the house and quickly hosed the salt and sand off of himself, then scrambling inside and up to his room to change back into some clothing more suitable for cooking. He opened one of the drawers and took out a plain grey t-shirt and threw on the jeans from earlier that day, sprayed a little deodorant on himself, just to keep himself from smelling like the ocean, and went back downstairs to the kitchen, filled two of the pots from one of the shelves with water. He put one on to boil, and poured corn meal into the other, followed by the clams he had picked up earlier that day. He opened the fridge, grabbed a Guinness off of the bottom shelf, and cracked it open and sat on the counter while he waited for Hannah to come downstairs.