He had been here for less than a minute, but he already disliked this place. It felt...off. Anthony was a bit on edge as he just stood aloofly in the kitchen, already expecting things to go wrong. He fidgeted with his hands a little bit, until the man handed him the plate, and then he just held it awkwardly. "Oh. Okay." Was he just being paranoid, or was this all actually this odd? He was probably just being paranoid.