Purpled made his way to the kitchen, which was cut off from the living room, thankful for that fact for once. He quietly sang to himself as he prepped for their meal, having the idea that Tommy at least would stay for dinner. The alien paused when he remembered something. He knew how to bake, not actually cook. Well, fuck. Uneasily, Purpled made his way back to the living room, having visibly calmed down from before. "Tommy...? I- I'd really hate to bother you, but I have, uhm, zero ideas as to how to actually cook... I only know how to, heh, bake cookies and shit..." He awkwardly said, gesturing back to the kitchen, his cheeks lightly dusted with purple from embarrassment.
(*cough cough* I can imagine him singing All Of Me by The Score if you need a song for that small moment, just sayin' *cough cough*)