"I'm sure you could. With practice and dedication, if it's what you chose to spend your time on." Adam believed that when it came to most things. He had to. Every time someone had told him he couldn't, he worked and worked until he proved them wrong.

"I don't know how to cook," he admitted. He hadn't had time or opportunity, and didn't expect that to change in the near future. He survived on apples, cheese, peanut butter, bread, and granola bars. That was a balanced diet, as best as he could get it. The spread in front of him was a wonder beyond imagination.