He steps back into the door to the hallway, and some time passes. Eventually, he returns and goes strait to the kitchen- some fresh fish from the river and some vegetables from the store room are in hand, and though he doesn't need to eat, he remembers cooking. ... Missed having someone to cook for.

Soon enough, the smell of all good things in a kitchen- butter and garlic and salt and pepper, chopped herbs and spices and everything searing together- waft throughout the house and even into the storefront.