Aiden shrugged his shoulders. "I have no clue," he said with an easy grin. "I've been at work so much that I can barely remember what there is to do in the city," he teased. "I am, however, starving, and I'm not really in the mood for soup." That was all the kitchen really provided them- soup, toast, cereal, and sometimes fruit, if Aiden remembered to order it. Of course, he hardly ever remembered. The other things were easy enough for him to remember to order for the kitchen stock because that's what he'd lived on even before Avery had come around.