"Mm, there's a point," said Shiro almost mostly to himself as he started making weird curvic lines on his notepad, half-listening to Rachael Ray in the silence that fell upon them. "But you know," he continued as he added accessories to his art, "I wouldn't mind that, though -- hiring a cook to serve only me. Maybe I would have done it if I wasn't so worried about the rent and being in a foreign place...the cook doesn't have to be a full-time one. They can just come in for supper since I'll be eating out every lunch." he was sort of aware of the fact that what he'd spoken was a kind of monologue.
Capping his pen, he tossed the thing towards Jubilee.
Obviously, he had a bit too much fun with the cell walls...