Once home, Richard tossed down his shopping bags and sprang into action, slicing and chopping and heating like his life depended on it. He hadn't cooked for anyone else in a long time, but the recipe his phone had provided seemed simple enough. Going through the motions of food preparation took some concentration, but it also gave him some time to think. What was Vanessa's take on all of this? They hadn't exactly discussed their first night out and the grocery store just now hadn't seemed the place to bring it up. It was probably going to come up over lunch, though, and he tried to come up with a plan. Several scenarios ran through his head, but the fact of the matter was that he simply didn't know Vanessa well enough yet. Any one of them might backfire, depending on how she reacted, and he wasn't sure exactly how that would be. Wondering, trying to extrapolate from what he did know, he set the table with gusto and waited for her to arrive.