Smiling as he argues,
"Adam, that's ridiculous. Waffles aren't dangerous."
Beeping. Smoke.
Shiro blinks, startled. While talking on the phone, he forgot he left the waffle iron on.
"A-Adam, I gotta go!!" click.
He laughs, turning his back to the kitchen.
"What exactly do you think I'm doing? Getting dangerously drunk and hanging over my balcony? I'm making waffles, Adam."
He looks at the phone and smiles, setting down the spoon so he can answer.
"Adam..! Hey. It's been a while, huh? What'd I miss? Doesn't seem like the ATLAS collapsed without me, right? Haha, that's good.."
Humming.. wandering his kitchen in his quarters on the ATLAS.. Hand weight in one hand, lifting idly, wooden spoon in the other hand..
Someone stop him, he's cooking.