Èric moved to the kitchen slowly, gesturing for the girl to follow him. "Well," he started with a soft chuckle, "There's a first for everything, no?" He noticed she was texting, probably Lucifer, he assumed with a little bit of jealousy.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he flicked on the lights and let them illuminate the many utensils that resided in racks and hung from designated hooks in an organized fashion. He sniffed softly, catching a whiff of the last meal he made; a simple breakfast of eggs before he left out.
(OOC: Sorry for my prolonged absence. Things came up and... Well, I'm back c: )