For the remainder of the time, Declan sat in unsure silence, unwilling to move Ren but worried he ought to be doing something around his own home. Perhaps helping in the kitchen? Eventually he convinced himself to stay on the couch and close his eyes - just for a minute! Of course, unless Aoba spoke up or ratted around a lot, Declan drifted off, dozing quietly on the spot. He thought he might feel edgy having someone else occupying his space, but it was honestly the most comfortable he'd been in as long as he could remember. Living alone had never done well by him and Ghost was hardly warm and companionable by contrast to an actual human.

When food began cooking in earnest the Guardian perked a bit, rumbling low in his chest as he grunted and stretched, silver eyes blinking slowly open. He looked around, briefly confused before he remember what was going on and yawned noisily. It was then that the bell rang again, drawing his attention to the door. He was forced to get up at that point, much as he didn't want to move the Allmate, so he could answer the door and accept the new package of dishware. Now there were two sets in his home, and it felt very strange, he mused, carefully unpacking things and setting them nearby Aoba without getting in the way.