"Don't worry about it! You're the guest!" He's never really cooked a meal for anyone else before - bringing Greta takeout doesn't count - but he's sure he can manage. It's just making a little more, right?

There is definitely, technically, food in the apartment. But the Balladeer tends to eat street food a lot, out as much as he is, so what he's finding in the cabinets is pretty basic. He clatters around for a few seconds, opening and closing the fridge. "Spaghetti?" There's the audible equivalent of a shrug in his voice. "Soup. Or sandwiches, there's bread. Eggs?" Eggs can be a dinner food!