It would be a good trade off, wouldn't it? But, you'd have your work cut out for you Alex. Here's to hoping you have patience. Her mouth formed a thin line, flattening when he pointed out the fact that she'd be wasting food if she let him cook. "Mmm, well fine. That threat is null and void, and I can't take back the ride, because a very good boy would be sad." Zeus's tongue lolled out to one side, he knew, he knew he was the good boy.
"Okay," yes, she blushed often with others--because she wasn't used to being thanked, it was just expected of her, so it was a new sensation and her body compensated for new feelings by sending all the blood in her veins to her face. It was a little mortifying. She glanced over at him, shrugging ever so slightly. "It helped my parents out a lot, not having to worry about it all the time. They work a lot, so yeah, I guess it started off as something that makes me happy, still does." Most of the time. There were instances where it was a deep melancholy she couldn't explain, but they were rare and few in between.
"What about you? Do you have anything you love to do?" She straightened completely, Zeus trotted off to get some water, his toe nails tapped along the tile pleasantly. "And yes, you can do that with ramen. Packaged ramen is filled to the brim with sodium, so if you cook it in broth instead and add your own spices and some protein it becomes better fuel." She didn't mean to assume, about the budget, it was just the way he mentioned pop tarts and wanting something other than that for his housemates and himself---she began to put the pieces together.
She also smiled when he pushed back the hood, hopefully he was getting more comfortable, he had a nice, boyish face and the jacket had been hiding his lanky form from view.