The rice was getting nice and fluffy in a pot on the stove, so Dan would just finish up with the main portion, the star of the show - though he was pretty into John being there, in his space. He could definitely cook meat and just kind of lean against someone else, couldn't he? Yeah, it was doable.
"The doors are tempting," Dan agreed; it was easy to see why someone might want to play Russian roulette and go through them - there was little choice in the matter anyway, if you wanted to actually set up a house in town. Because they didn't actually come abundantly furnished. Plus, it was kind of interesting, knowing that you were stuck in this dimension-between-dimensions, and there were hundreds, thousands, millions more out there to potentially find. "Trouble, huh? You know, I think I can see that about you."
That observation made him smirk, and he reached across John to give the rice a stir. "I - well, I tried not to find trouble. It sort of found me though. But generally I worked nights, in hospice, and there was a death-sense cat and a kid who called me Uncle Dan, then add some psychic vampires and a hotel filled with ghosts. That was the trouble I got into." It wasn't your normal everyday variety.