[Vander walked into the expansive kitchen, so much bigger and nicer than he had ever worked in. He had been very careful when he had utilized this space to make a little food for himself. He noted Jayce's efforts and the spillage, but he expected the younger man was mostly inexperienced in a kitchen.

Sandwiches and soups maybe.

He reached out and took the mug, looking at the frothy steaming brown mixture. It was thicker than tea though not some of the strong coffees that he had drank. He lifted it to his nose to sniff it, and it did indeed smell like chocolate.]

Smells like chocolate. Did you... drink this often? Maybe with Caitlyn?

[He was probably looking better each day, and he supposed an apartment living alone and relatively safe and slowly trying to integrate with this new environment.]

Well, when we met, I didn't think I could look much worse. Maybe it's the fresh air.