"I have been here for .." he trailed off with a look to the clock, trying to figure out just how long it had actually been. "Hm, maybe three or four hours at this point. I had some stuff to bring over and get put away. Speaking of which, go check out the closet," he grinned while pointing down the hallway. "I'll go figure something out, and hurry up because I have ideas for New York." Giving her another peck, he backed away from her and went off into the kitchen to try and decide what he wanted to cook. He wasn't in the mood to do anything that was too involved; his head was swarming from all of the things that he had to get done before they went to New York and he'd probably mess it all up. What good was food if it was all burned?
He decided on tacos since they were simple, and got right down to frying the meat up. As soon as he heard her turn the water off from her shower, he pushed away from the counter and went over to grab the extra things so he could chop up the lettuce and tomatoes. Though as soon as she returned to the kitchen, he popped a diced tomato into his mouth and went back over to check on the meat, stirring it around a little while he cleared his throat. "I was thinking ..what part of New York do you want to stay in? When I go, I'm always in Queens to see Kit, she has a pub there where I play poker. And then I work in Brooklyn usually, but I'm not working when we go, so we don't have to stay there," he shrugged, keeping his eyes on the meat for the most part since it was nearly done.
"Manhattan?" he asked as he turned to glance at her, lips curling into a smile. "We have some stuff to talk about, I suppose. All kinds of things." Reaching up, he grabbed plates for them and grabbed the shells from the oven where he'd been heating them up. Once everything was in order, he carried everything over to the table and directed her to sit, placing her plate in front of her. "What's on your mind?"