I'm making a quick pasta with what is probably going to be pumpkin sauce. That is suppose to be a salad because healthy eating matters.

[ Not that he was any good at keeping a healthy diet. He tries, even more so now than before, but given at how upsetting his lifestyle could be the idea of having a balanced meal is not normal at all. ]

My roommate is the kind of cook that will burn the house down and still expect you to eat it. This is me trying to save the stomachs of the rest of us.