There's a small scoff at that, an observation that he isn't going to deny, but- he'll hum like it's a bother to answer, a put-on inconvenience.

"I like cooking a lot at once. You know when you get that nagging and you really want to do something? Cooking's like that for me. I don't really like getting in the way of the people here who do it." The cooking, since there's far too many who like to take it up!

"But it's fun. I mean." He huffs, an awkward sound of mirth as he amends, "It's fun when you know other people are going to eat it. I guess I could just cook at dinner times, but it's weird. I'm used to cooking... on my own, in a tiny kitchen. Making whatever's around and sticking it in the fridge as leftovers for later."

The arms bands are his fridges, in this case.