"Just as long as you're not bringing any of the big and spookies with you, I'm all good with you dropping in." He checked the jar's expiration date before assessing that it was all right, before opening it and setting it aside. It wouldn't take long for the pasta to soften and heat up, so he milled around in the kitchen, while Sollux took a seat.

"Hey spaceman, nice to see you," came the amiable, strangely upbeat tenor of the AI's voice from the surround sound. Eddie had a fairly middling opinion of Sollux; he was better than most alien life he'd dealt with, but he was also a prick because he was almost as good as the AI was at hacking into secure data systems. Dib, for his part, thought that Eddie's jealousy was amusing, and stayed out of the middle of it.

Once the pasta was strained, plated, and covered in sauce, he brought it out, handing a plate to Sollux before turning on the TV and sprawling out on half of the sofa, knees bent so he didn't knock into his friend while they ate. "You know, after Mysterious Mysteries ended, I just can't seem to find a replacement thing to watch. That was my staple," he said with a sigh. "Weird or What is okay, I guess, it's on par with the ridiculous bad reenactments, but at least sometimes the things on Mysterious Mysteries were true. And Shatner is a shitty host."