Roach had been out working his carapace off all day. What had he been doing? What any cockroach who randomly decided he would be a lawyer for a day would do, duh; he fashioned a sweet wig from the hair of random captured rodents, who could be found naked and shivering in their little rat holes because h hadn't been particularly hungry at the time. After that was done, he donned cuffs, a tie, and a brief case, and ran around the city screaming. "OBJECTION!" at the top of his lungs at random intervals and people.

As anyone could easily surmise, this was hard work, and thus it worked up a hefty appetite. Because of this, Gregory was very glad that by the time he arrived ho- OBJECTION- me, he would have a meal prepared for him by his lovely/veryfertile room mate, and he would be able to relax, maybe read the obituaries and human interest stories, and last but not least, eat a hearty meal of what ever she prepared. He wouldn't have to wait long, either, because he was currently opening up his front door, HUZZAH!

"Lucy, I'm home!" He spoke in a Ricky Ricardo-Esq accent.

Megan, on the other hand, had actually been working all day. Decked out in a white ruffly apron, faded jeans, and a tank top, she was smudged with dirt and grime from cleaning up various piles and messes that had accumulated over the month, seeing as they had both been rather busy.

...Not to mention the mass of body parts she had found in in the hallway closet. She blamed that particular mess for why she was smudged with old blood and some sort of... slime.. that had come from a half eaten hand. She was never going to attempt to clean up that kind of mess again. It wreaked havoc on her stomach AND her clothes. That closet was now decorated with a ton of pine tree car fresheners, and a few carefully placed plastic bags. She didn't intend to go near it again...

She'd have to stab Roach for that later, after dinner was done. At the moment she was rather busy putting the finishing touches on dinner. Grilled turkey breast with a giant serving bowl full of greens, olives, and onions- with a splash of vinegar and Parmesan on top for flavor. The bulk of the meal was finished, and the table had been set as it always was, she was mostly waiting on dessert to finish.

It always amazed her how long Apple crisp took to bake in a regular oven. While she was waiting and filing down a nail that had cracked when she had vacuumed the living room, she heard the front door open, and Roaches near perfect imitation of Ricky Ricardo, she couldn't help but smile. Still... she was pretty peeved about ANOTHER apron being ruined. As she exited the kitchen, she picked up a kitchen knife from the counter and greeted her roommate in the usual manner. By lobbing it at his hard exoskeleton.

"I will have you know, that I found your stash of snacks in the hallway..."

And, haha, she had gotten rid of them all. Without waiting to see if her knife had struck him, she turned on her heel and returned to preparing dinner. "Dinner's ready.." The turkey was set on her side of the table, the salad in the middle, and she returned to the kitchen briefly. She switched off the oven, because the crisp would finish cooking while they ate. She removed her apron and moved to her side of the table, serving them both a good sized pile of salad before she sat, and took a sip from her glass of water.

Roach was greeted with a flying kitchen knife, which bounced off his thick shell, and fell to the floor, where he kicked it into a pile of gathering knives, accumulated from their regular greeting. Roach gave a content sigh; he was happy to have such a friendly room mate; it was why he had yet to eat her.

"I do hope you didn't dispose of them! I get hungry in the off hours, and I would hate to have to look other places in the house for food~" He clacked his mandibles a little at his clever little joke, and danced on in, taking off his wig, and tossing it on the edge of his chair, where it hung precariously. He threw his suit case out the window, listened for the sound of someone yelping, and then pranced on over to the table, where he took a seat. "What's for dinner, roomie? I hope you've made enough!"

Roach grabbed a fork in one and, and a spoon in the other, and clanked them against the table in an excited matter. He paused when she placed a salad in front of him... He shrugged, picked up the plate, shook the salad off onto the ground, salted and peppered the dressing covered plate, and chomped away at it. Once he was done, he patted his belly. "Ahhh, a delicious appetizer, m'lady! I daresay you'll have to cook more often! What is next?"

The giant bugs antics aside, Megan has just about gotten a fork full of salad to her mouth before the Roach dumped his food onto the floor. With her fork hovering before her face, the blue eyed deviant watched as her roommate chomped away at his plate. ...her plate. ...her plate!!

"My good china!!" She own food was suddenly forgotten as she stood from her seat and set about collecting up all of the dishes close to the bug. "I just bought these! Argh! You are insufferable!" With the extra plates and cups gathered at her side of the table, she picked up her fork again and pointed it at the turkey. "A little salad won't kill you, you know.... now eat something besides the tableware."

Her anger at losing a plate faded fast, and she munched on her own food while settling back down into her seat. "...So, Roachy, how was your day? Eat anyone particularly tasty? Cause any notable mischief I missed out on?"

Roach watched in curiosity as the pink fleshed woman cleared his dinner,filled with glassy goodness, away from the table, complaining about China. "My god, woman, Why are you clearing my dinner, and what does it have to do with foreign affairs?!" She demanded he eat something beside his plate. He looked to the spot where his plate used to be, and then to the thing beside it... The salt shaker? It was an odd request, but she was the cook. He popped the shaker into his mouth and started gnawing.

After some resistance, it collapsed, giving way to his maw, and he was greeted with a mouthful of salt. He got up, ran to the window, and spit it all out, sending a spray of salt and glass out into the city. He then paused, and heard a yelp from the same man he'd hit with the briefcase.

The giant cockroach cackled loudly, and turned to his room mate. "Brilliant! You knew that would happen! Oh I love it when you remind me why I don't eat you!" He skipped happily up to the table, grabbed the whole turkey, plopped it on his head, ripped off a drum stick, and began eating as he took his seat. "I was doing some important lawyer business today, if you must ask! I ate seven pigeons and four poodles, all in the name of justice!" He finished his drum stick, picked up his wig to wipe his mouth with, did so, and then ate the wig. "Ahh, I must say your cooking is very appreciateable! I haven't eaten this well since I consumed my family!"

Ah... her saltshaker. Megan sucked in a deep breath, took a good sized bite of her food, and chewed until her anger ebbed away. She watched the bugs face... for what she didn't know, and continued calmly chewing even as he stood and rushed over to the window.

Stupid Roach. He deserved it for eating her things.

"Yup. All my grand master plan." ...or whatever. She was unable to keep the grin from her lips, and took to toying with her food rather than actually eating it when he sat back down.

It didn't look like she'd be having any turkey with her salad tonight. "Was one of the poodles maybe an old lady in disguise?" One could only hope. She hated doing that old bag's hair. "Thanks... I guess. I'll have to make a habit of... this." Mainly, making food for herself and finding an assortment of things to pile onto the table for him to chew on. She wondered offhandedly if he would enjoy eating bag of goldfish... from the pet store. She'd have to see. Maybe, in a way, this would become a game she could play.

See what the giant bug man will eat!

Ah... such fun. "So... what's your plan for the rest of the night?"