[ He does, at least briefly, consider mentioning that little program tucked away in some corner of his brain which has made his life a hell — but that's different, isn't it? This would be mechanical work, that's ... coding, programing, something of the sort. She's unlikely to stumble into it.

He keeps it to himself. ]

Red is quite nice. [ And the list of things he hates is long, but doesn't make for particularly charming conversation. He pulls free a cutting board and a knife, getting to work on the various vegetables he's found and moves smoothly on. ] May I ask your stance on meat? Given free rein you'll see none of it in my cooking, but I suppose I ought to ask preference.