With furrowed brow Parish took stock of the small apartment's layout, not really bothered by the lack of art on the walls, or the lack of comfortable furniture either. Back home he had lived in a studio flat, with almost no real furnishings either. Only the kitchen had been decked out; marble counter tops, the 66 inch dual fuel range with six high-performance burners, induction elements and double oven. That beautiful piece of equipment had set Adam back nearly six months worth of salary. But between the amazing stove, and his dream fridge as well, AC had been happy as clam.
Here and now though, it was almost more depressing to see that basic appliances he was now provided with. Still after perusing the cupboard and fridge, and taking notice of what all he had to work with, that gift of his was already kicking into overdrive. Recipes tumbled through Adam's mind as he contemplated what to make, and despite the lack of the usual quality of ingredients he was used to working with he already had something in mind. When it came to cooking Adam Parish could turn even trash into something down right palatable. So the fact that the rations he had on hand were decent quality was an added boon.
Despite the pain he felt with every movement the chef quickly got to work. Washing up at the sink, swiftly pulling out the ingredients and pans, before finally settling in to create a masterpiece of a meal. That smile of his lit up anew at the introduction, and with a nod Adam chimed in as well; his hands a blur as he skillfully chopped, whipped and stirred as he went. "It's nice to meet you, Kyrie. I am Adam, but my friends just call me AC." There was no effort made to extend a hand towards her. Not out of rudeness but because the chef seemingly wasted no energy or effort in his almost dance like movement. Instead he practically fluttered and flitted from the counter to the stove, pouring a bowl of one mixture onto the skillet one second. Only to gracefully move to another station where he prepped the next menu item he had in mind.
Speed and precision was the name of the game, and in just a few brief moments the kitchen was filled with the scent off mouth watering crepes and a delicious omelette as well. When the last item was plated with care Adam grinned once more. Setting both plates down on the kitchen island before handing over a fork and knife to his guest. Not one to stand on ceremony the man merely offered a little salute with a forkful of the garden cheesy omelette, and took a bite at last. That soft little moan of approval fell from his lips, and after taking a few bites of the eggs he switched over to sample the paper thin crepes. "Not bad. Not my best work by any means, but given what we had to work with it'll have to do."
While he spoke up in between taking bites Adam started to feel so much better. Sure he merely chalked it up to finally having food in his system, yet before Kryie's eyes those bruises on the man's face started to heal up almost instantly until there was no trace of the injuries at all.