A sly smile formed over David's lips. "No. I haven't cooked any fancy food. I've been surviving prison for the past 2 years." he said. Though in such a way that more implied that he went through a little more hardship than Luciel. And more importantly, he survived. David was also quite happy with Luciel putting the bag on the counter. In his eyes, it was one step closer to making Luciel do what he asked. "And while I agree that cooking is good for the moral, I simply can't cook." In his eyes, there was no shame in admitting he didn't have a particular skill. "So I'll leave the cooking to you. And don't bother with the pots and pans. We're not taking them. Helicopters see fire and smoke in a forest almost immediately." David began to approach the counter. In a second, his eyes were but a few inches away from Luciel's. Like an angry dog, looking at another one. "And I'm not going back to that cursed place." He held the eye contact for a second, before he turned towards the other bag, take it, and walked out. "Besides, the second bag needs to be filled with other stuff. Important stuff." And with that, he blinked out of the kitchen, into the living.

There he collapsed into the seat he took before. His can of beans was still standing on the coffee table. "Man...That Luciel guy is something else." He wouldn't admit it, but there was something scary about him. The way his eyes seemed the glow. The way he spoke. Hell, even his manners seemed to send a shiver down David's spine. Though only then did he noticed Ace, eating her beans slow. "Keep an eye on the guy, would ya?"

The raid on the house that followed was, in David's mind, fruitful. He found binoculars, flashlights, a map and even a compass in relative short time. After a short raid from the wardrobe of the adults he had also collected a few jackets, shirts and especially a lot of socks. Though he still wasn't satisfied. Bottled water was also easy to find, but he wanted something to defend themselves. Sure, they each had their powers. But Ace and Apollo where a good example of what could happen. Their powers were still unreliable. Probably only Luciel understood his, and there for the limits. So he dashed downstairs, dropped his bag in the living room and yelled for the entire house: "I'm going to do some scouting in the neighborhood. See if I can scavenge some useful stuff." With that he blinked outside, and began to walk through the streets, searching for a house big and fancy enough to be of someone who hunted.