"Wha-"

"Oh that's hilarious," he starts and waves his hand. "I cook rather well actually, thank you." He grabs his bag and throws the strap over the shoulder. He quickly goes to the front to wear his shoes and remembers he should probably give the key to him. He usually just comes home through the window or something-

"No, can't do," he urges. "And if you don't message me I will call you."