Bobby chuckled as he came back from the other side of the bar and began to walk towards the exit; he beckoned Ragnar to follow as he entered the familiar hallways again. He only had some experience with cooking given that his diet principally consisted of junk food with real food typically reserved for when he ate out, but he had been a solitary bachelor for a large portion of his adult life and as such he knew how to cook meats.
"So, what kinda meats do you usually like?" He wasn't familiar with cows before, so beef would be new for him. And he doesn't look like a poultry kinda guy... guess that leaves us with steak or lamb but who knows? The suit-clad accountant's footsteps were dampened temporarily as he crossed the hallway's carpet; he reached the kitchen's door and opened it with ease.
The black-and-white chequered floor was the same as when he was still an X-Man. The bright white light illuminated the stainless-steel kitchen perfectly. At least I should be able to cook anything he thought. He tried to forget the time when he nearly burned the kitchen down in an attempt to cook Hank a birthday cake.