Richard threw open the door in a much splattered apron that read 'Do you want a tooter-fish popkin?' in black lettering across the chest. "Welcome to my humble abode!" he said, stepping aside to welcome her in. There had been a few moments of frantic cleaning, throwing all of his things into the linen closet and generally de-bacheloring the apartment. It looked better now, at least good enough for hosting a small lunch.
"I have the bottle openers and things in here," he called back as he walked into the kitchen, where his concoctions were almost done. The Campbell's tomato soup (slightly altered with basil and cloves) was boiling happily, and the second of the grilled cheese sandwiches was almost done. They were fancy for what they were, using a mix of Havarti, Gruyere, Pepperjack, and Cheddar for the ultimate in cheesy deliciousness: but they were still grilled cheese. He flipped the one currently on the griddle and grinned back at Vanessa. "Lunch is almost ready."