Bruce hadn't realized how long he'd been staring out the window until Greer appeared by his side and broke his meditation. He felt embarrassed and internally kicked himself in the ass: the last two times the Hulk made an appearance were under extraordinary circumstances - the first being informed that his wife was dead for about a year, and the other was when the Helicarrier was being attacked by an evil version of Falkor the Luckdragon from The Neverending Story. And even then, in both circumstances, Bruce had made the conscious decision to transform. Besides those two times, he'd been very good at keeping himself under control. The techniques he'd learned in Nanda Parvat helped him a lot and he should be feeling confident. Old mental habits die hard, he supposed.
He cleared his throat and then smiled at Greer to show that he was alright, after all. "Wine goes with everything," he joked. "I'll have just a taste, thank you." The alcohol might help him loosen up a bit. "Actually, there's no tradition of wine-drinking in Indian culture so the cuisine didn't develop to accompany wine, but we're not going to be technical here." Inside the kitchen, he became enlivened. "Nice," he commented, looking around. "Spotless." He set down a bag upon the counter and started unpacking vegetables. "Do you have a wok?"