Mmhm~ [He rests his chin on the backs of his arms, folding them over the back of the couch as he stares out the window. He wants to be out there, that much is obvious, but Ayumu might be able to see the slightest hint of a sad smile as he leans forward, his face just barely pushing past the edges of the blanket.]

...I'm glad you're here, Ayumu-san. Thank you.

[He pauses]

Somehow, I doubt Homura-san knows how to cook and I'd hate to suffer through those mishaps.