[He has his own place. But he figured Dokja probably doesn't have enough people invading his. In fact he's checking subtly to see if anyone else has left their mark in this apartment as he makes himself at home.

He's too aware of what it's like living isolated. He intends to leave enough evidence of his presence that Dokja has it around him all the time, even when he doesn't come to crash. Which he intends to. Often.

The bag has snacks. Fried chicken, pasta salad, chips, just easy to eat things.]

Couldn't carry it all. I'll bring more tomorrow.