Then that's fine, I suppose. If it turns out that it's only me here, then I can make it however you like when you come over.

[After chopping up everything, he stands in front of the rice, stirring it every now and then with a spoon. Some ingredients go in now, some not until it's almost done.

It'll take a while, but the aromatic scent fills the kitchen, spreading out through the rest of the apartment.]