And show he did, complete with backpack full of notebook paper, snacks (that weren't apples) and their egg. He'd added a few adjustments to it's creamy white complexion in the past hour, the direct result of a sudden burst of herbal creativity.
"Hey." He pushed open the door and came in. He hardly knocked anywhere he went, but he'd dated Mia for long enough before that he was past the whole 'can I come in?' phase. Breaking up didn't matter. Breaching manners was part of his repertoire. "Let's start this bonding so I can go home for dinner."
He tossed his bag down by the door, and moved to hand the egg to his 'wife'.