That would be nice. I haven't had much of a drive to cook, either.

[Quietly, he watches as open doors in the hallway pass by them, suddenly rethinking the danger they present. This is really the most unsettling effect he has experienced since arriving (possibly actually worse than the time he nearly starved to death). He doesn't feel like himself and he wouldn't wish that on anyone else.]

[So before they reach a kitchen, he walks in front of Liquid and stops him, pressing a hand to his chest.]

The only rooms I went to were upstairs, but... promise me you won't go into any weird rooms until I'm better, all right?