Guts is trying to cook, admittedly its not his worst attempt, but it leaves a bit to be desired. He's a shitty collage kid whose used to eating dorm food or just plain old takeout, the only times he'd cooked had been when he'd been home alone with Kris, Aleks, whatever.

Either way a stir fry was coming along with adequate mediocrity. He knocked on Riki's door, waiting to be let in.

"Yo. Dinners in ten."

He's just owning this dad thing.