New Home

I signed the lease to my new digs this afternoon. Exciting. I can't wait to move. My new roomie, E-Dawg, is showing me around the building, and we're discussing, among the communal things, what he has and what he needs.

Me: Do you have pots and pans and bowls and that kind of stuff?

Him: Yeah. It should be enough for us.

Me: Ok. Good. I don't know how to cook, but I like to try once or twice a month. Do you have a fire extinguisher??

Him: ...

Me: I don't want to burn down your place...

Him: Oh-I like the way you think

I was tempted to ask and make sure he had fire insurance and that it'd cover stupid acts like me attempting to cook. But then I don't want him to kick me out before I've even moved in.