Bobby finished off his snack a moment later. He wasn't oblivious to the crumbs and gave a thoughtful but half-hearted sweep at them, pushing them off the edge of the countertop. He glanced at his wrapper, then turned around to see if he could spot where the trash was. He saw the other guy looking up at the pots and pans. "Gonna cook something?", he asked, mildly curious. Not that he was interested it having a cooked meal at the moment, but ot could be good to know of the other guy could cook.