Bruce focused on food. Stirring, mixing, tasting to get the balance. He'd had to learn to fend for himself young and he had got really sick of packet food before he even reached college.

He listened to the noise, but kept his attention mostly on the pasta and the sauce. Jarvis would call if he needed anything–hopefully–and this was really the next step to getting settled in. Power on, water heating, food, then some winding down.

"Jarvis! Food's ready!"

He drained the pasta in the sauce, stirred and start pouring into bowls.