Donnie hasn't asked about guild involvement and he's the last person who would try to push his brother into that sort of business. He's still got some complicated thoughts regarding Leo's whole death and the Alliance's involvement and that's an entirely different ball of string to try and unravel than the already knotted mess of his own emotional mentality.

"Me?" he blinks, frowning as he wipes his hands off after washing off the dirt. He glances over at the time on the microwave.

"Plant stuff..." he says as he mentally sifts through the haze of his earlier tasks. There'd been a lot of staring into space. It had taken him far longer than it should have, although at least some of that staring had been some part of plotting out where he'd move things. "Oh, and I fixed the light in the bathroom- it's been flickering. Minor rewiring, good as new. And the fridge was being kind of loud but it was just an adjustment with the ice maker. Made us a new phone."

Leo's chip munching does remind him that he'd neglected to eat again, so he goes go rummage through the fridge, albeit half-heartedly.