"..Al..alright." He nods, slumping back into the cushions. "The coffee is in the red bag in the top left shelf." He tries desperately to think if there is any food in his house in a packaging she will understand. He hasn't been to the grocery store in weeks, so there's not any fruit or vegetables in the fridge.

"Help yourself to anything you'd like otherwise. Uhm..and don't hesitate to ask if something looks odd."