Ricky had taken his time in exploring the house, mostly just to see what was around and available to them for the duration of this ‘social experiment’. It didn’t take long for him to dump off his bag somewhere and make his way to the empty kitchen, he had yet to come across another person and was busy searching through the cupboards to see what he could possibly make. He eventually settled on pannkakor, Swedish pancakes, something that had been a staple in his life for as long as he could remember. He’d just barely finished cooking them when he heard a voice from behind him, and he jumped; turning to look at the source of his fright. “Oh.” he said simply “hello...pancake?” he added, nodding to the plate sitting on the counter.