Bleep moves to the kitchen; lighting the stove, placing a pan of water on one ring and a flat pan on another. He then heads to the front door opening the latch and allowing it to swing open. "Ah @Jimothy I see you've brought a friend, besides the one in my head that is. Now are you going to come in or stand outside and wait for the storm to roll in?" Turning his back bleep returns to the kitchen, his movement obviously impaired and bruises covering his frame.
Jimothy and Alya trade concerned glances as the battered Bleep retreats into the house, and together they walk through the door. Jimothy closes the door behind him as Alya walks ahead into the kitchen, where Bleep is currently manning two pans on the stovetop.
"No, not in person at least." His hand moves to rub his temple. "Though we have talked. Or should I say I have spoken and you listened" He takes the pan of of now boiling water and pours about half into an empty teapot. "Two important questions; Are either of vegetarian? And do you have any allergies? Finally one that's less important, would you put this on the table for me?" Offering the teapot full of water.