Per usual Much had a glass of lemonade within arms reach. It'd been the first thing he'd tried of modern beverages, and had a special place to him. He wasn't sure it was actually a favorite, but he liked it none the less. It was sitting just inches away where he could grab it, but enough to be out of the way while he mixed things together. It really wasn't a difficult recipe, he didn't mind trying it out. Plus he knew Robin liked dark chocolate, and the inn needed new sweet things on the menu. It was a win win for both if it came out a success anyway. Even if it didn't, Robin would likely eat it anyway. For all the sweets he made, the things he preferred eating were not sweet at all. He liked savory things, like cheeses and smokey sauces. Those were his weaknesses.
Much hadn't found a new job yet. Security had been dull, but Robin had found it for him. Lydia had suggested finding a mall job, but none of those jobs were for him. All of them were far too modern and confusing. He'd only ended up with a soft pretzel and watching Lydia get an interview. It had not been a successful trip, he was a little frustrated by it at times. He couldn't seem to find anything specifically for him. Robin had Archery and the teaching thing now, He felt a little like a freeloader. At least he kept the house clean? By the time Robin got home, the rest of the place save for the kitchen which was in use was practically dust free and sparkling.
He heard the door open before Robin had even come in and couldn't help but to grin a little. It only widened when Robin appeared. "That time already?" He looked over at the clock on the stove and shrugged. "Haven't even thought of it yet really." It was still a ways away. "Was thinking about the inn." He'd been practically on cloud nine about the entire thing since Robin had told him how proud he was. Maybe that could have been his thing? But it was Eponine and Enjolras's place. Not his. He was only going to be watching it for a weekend. It wouldn't be much harder for him than watching a cat.
"Thought so too. But we had all this extra Rum." He shrugged and finished mixing ingredients together before pouring them into a pan he'd already had ready near by. "Kids haven't driven you mad yet?" Much was still a bit tired physically from the madness of thanksgiving, but that didn't stop him from doing the thing he loved to do. "Got sort of bored anyway." He admitted with a shrug. He needed something soon, or as nice as their house was he was going to need a rubber padded room instead from pent up energy.