"Nope, it all looks great." He sank to the floor and folded his long denim-clad legs into a lazy crossed position beneath him. Then he patted the floor beside him in invitation. "And it smells even better. I really appreciate this, Keyuri. I don't get meals cooked for me much unless I go home... Or if I follow Aiden home and Meg takes pity on me and, well... It gets boring cooking for just myself, y'know?"