While he was fairly sure that she didn't have any home cooked meals -- it seemed like a luxury she didn't bother to indulge in, if she indulged in any luxury at all -- it also gave him a chance to see her. Though he knew by now that she would likely bare her throat or offer out her wrist once dinner was done -- but that would be dealt with then. For now, it simply meant that he got to use some very under utilized skills of his, while providing her with enough sustenance that she would no longer taste of lack of iron and lean living.
Humming along to the iHome on the counter piping out old 70's rock from the small speakers, he moved around the kitchen as though he spent hours in it every day. He didn't, no need to, but he enjoyed the almost human motions of cooking. The filet of Alaskan salmon was cooking nicely in the skilled, along with the butter Macadamia nut sauce that he would drench it in. In another skillet, he had a venison steak cooking, both sides already salted and peppered, and it was currently happily sizzling in butter.
The noises were almost enough to drown out the sound of her coming up the driveway, but he heard her a few seconds before she raised her hand to knock. Like always, when she came to visit, he has the fireplace going in the front room. Heat and cold were lost on him, but he imagined that it was warm as he slid across the hardwood floors in his bare feet and opened the door for her. "Next time, just knock and come in."
He flung his arm wide and dramatic to gesture her inside. She looked good, starting to get pink on her cheeks and fingertips from being out in the cold, but good, and her scent was starting to come back as well. "Come in, dinner's almost ready." Well, her dinner. "Would you care for something to drink while you wait?"