"Well, today was eventful," Geoff mumbled to himself.
He wondered if he left a better first impression than the first time he talked with Zarco. Probably not. He may regain his memory later, so it won't matter.
At least the poor guy is okay...
He stepped into the kitchen to make something to eat.
Maybe I should cook something for everyone someday, like Zarco often did, he thought. That would be fun.
...But what if the people don't like what I cook? What if I mess it up?
Eh, maybe it's not the best idea...