Francis didn't ask as he didn't care about elaboration. He was trying to be conversational as he walked. Walking into the place brought a smile to the fragile looking man. There was a warmth and homeyness to the place, or perhaps that was just because it was nice being in a house again.

"We're lucky to have you." He said quickly as he walked, reaching a hand out to let his fingertips brush along the wall. There was a spring to his step at the mention of Ms. Higgins. "Oh yes, I don't think I got to see her last time but her food was delicious."

It was such a shame the woman wasn't there. "Just us? Well, you don't need to do that. I do know a little cooking if you'd like me to. It could be the start of my service?" He looked to the other man for confirmation but was rolling up his sleeves to help. "You have stuff for a nice soup? Maybe some sort of pie? I can do a little. But I don't want to use more than you're willing to part with. Even if we share I know you like to be careful with your supplies."