Vanessa walked into the apartment once Richard stepped aside, and instantly took a look at his apron, raising an eyebrow. She searched her memory to double check that she really didn't know what a tooter-fish popkin was. "Is there a story behind that apron, or am I just missing something?"
Her keys were set down somewhere near the door on the closest table to ensure that she wouldn't forget them. Once she entered the kitchen to look for the bottle opener, she took a look at what he was cooking, and she was impressed and jealous at the same time. It was fairly obvious that it was more than she could do, especially at almost no notice. "Everything smells very good." The bottle opener was fairly easy to find, and Vanessa quickly opened the bottle, adept at opening a bottle no matter what kind of opener Richard may have owned. "So I have to state the obvious, you're home during the day time just like me, currently jobless?"