Some decorations and fostering the kind of atmosphere he wanted had helped Puck settle in. It wasn't the same as his home in Manhattan or his former one in Avalon, but it worked. Puck laughed a little at the comment about almost always being hungry and looked through his kitchen cabinets with a hum.

"Snacks, snacks.. Here we are. Nothing too heavy, but it should work to ease that off before we start working." He pulled down a bag of as close to potato chips as he could find in the area- still cut and fried potatoes, but more home-made than produced in a factory. The bag was tossed to Michelangelo before Puck looked back to the pot.

"Both of those would be helpful actually- I need to start getting the toppings ready. But that comes after some refreshments." Puck had grabbed himself a pack of candy, more for the sugar than the energy and unwrapped a piece to enjoy.

"This should be fairly easy, all things considered. Most of the kitchen work has already been done, so that's working in our favor."