Luka's occupied with thoroughly washing his hands, though he listens carefully to Ten's words and the various sounds as the monster makes his way around the kitchen. As the stew begins to come together and its aroma fills the air, Luka's stomach audibly whines.

"Ah, I can't wait." He says, eagerness clear in his voice as he locates a place to sit. "Are you suuuure you don't want to invite anyone else? Because, to be honest, I can't guarantee I won't finish this all off myself."