[Oh same, the drawers and closets are pristine in Gregor's own stolen apartment, though he maaaay have gone through the bathroom cupboards looking for clean towels. And soap. And a razor-- anyway. The look at his arm is-- normal, expected, still subdued, so he just grins a little more forcefully and slips on in with his stash.]

Thanks for having me, bud. I really can't actually promise the best eggs ever or anything, since apparently I'm a worse cook than I thought, but I'll still do my best. Haven't ever completely burnt one to be inedible, at least?

...You are going to have to help me, though. If that's alright. Don't think you'd want to eat stuff I cut with the arm! Heh, ah, hah...

[please laugh god please laugh

He's going to just carefully place all of his haul delicately on Junpei's kitchen counter in the meanwhile, fresh bread last and most tenderly handled of all. Can't squish bread and expect it to be any good.]