He settled down, still carrying his messenger bag with him.  He did not take it of,f instead, keeping it close to him and closed.   He occasionally brushes some stubborn strands of hair from his face, and ponders for the umpteenth time, whether he should do a pony tail, a top knot, or just get it cut.<br/><br/>"Nothing's wrong with my room. I don't have anything to complain about. Haven't noticed anything off about the dorms, either." He nodded his head firmly. "I don't have any problems with my classes or clubs. Everything's going fine." He does not mention the fact he actually isn't taking any clubs, and has no intention to at this point, wishing to keep things brief... and also, because he thought it was odd, and he didn't want people thinking he was odd, because then they might go prying into things he'd rather they not. Does it really show, though? No. His facade is something he is quite experienced at using.  Some times it faltered and failed him, when he was stressed, or if he was caught off guard, but he had had enough time to 'prepare' it for this meeting.<br/><br/>"I'm fond of the cooking idea.  I love to cook, myself, especially breakfast. I make a really good tamagoyaki." He would say with a warm smile. "Know a few other recipes off the top of my head, too."