The humming from the kitchen intensifies and then becomes singing aloud. "Anything goooeeessss~!" he finishes the song and moves along to another, this one a song Luka taught him. He's not a good singer, but he certainly doesn't care about that right now.

By the time he's over halfway through the song, he's got the eggplant in the oven, and he's chewing a raw carrot as he comes out of the kitchen. "T minus twenty minutes to dinnertime!" he sings out.