Owen shrugged. He was always hungry, though he tried to watch what he ate. At least when he was sober. At the moment, he didn't care if it was lunch time, or dinner time. He just wanted food.
"I'm not much of a cook either," he admitted, opening the package of steak to start preparing them. "I never really had a lot of time to cook for myself. Always seemed easier to pick up take out on my way home from work." Or whatever bar he'd decided to visit that day. "Comfort foods, though. A bacon cheeseburger with caramelized onions and mushrooms. French fries." Man, that sounded good. He smiled and glanced at Cecilia. "What about you?"