The fresh aroma of Scandinavian Steak and Potatoes filled your nostrils as you entered your apartment. You heard footsteps hurrying about the kitchen, immediately recognising them as Eric's. Your roommate was not an acknowledged chef, yet you thought he should be. The way he produced meals was astounding; organized, and perfect, both taste and appearance wise. You licked your lips, peering into the kitchen, glancing at the meal with hungry eyes. Eric looked up at you, offering you a smile. He gestured to the table. “Take a seat. I'm almost done."