"...that would be good," Ciaran said, nodding a little, not taking a seat yet, pacing a bit as he smoked. "I would say you can come over for dinner, but I can't cook, all the times confuse me, so I make...I can make you a sandwich. Or Pop Tarts."
He didn't particularly like the latter much, but he could make them. He could make pretty good cereal too. Quite the bachelor chef, though without the take out ordering skills.