Ainsley filled the bottom of the pan with rashers, listening to the faint hisses as they started to cook. "I got it," he said easily. "Anyway, bacon is cheap enough, especially since I don't eat every day, you know? Just when I feel like it. I, uh. Water will have to do though, for a beverage." He very much doubted Mason wanted any of the pig's blood in Ainsley's refrigerator.
As the bacon hissed a little louder, he got some tongs out of another drawer, then began the process of flipping the strips of meat over. "There's a plate on the drying rack by the sink," he said, gesturing vaguely with the tongs over his shoulder. "And one more in the cabinet to your left. Mugs too." He only had two of everything, one for use while the other was dirty or drying or whatever. He'd never needed more than that. He wasn't exactly a great one for company.