"And that's not much help for cooking," Charmaine drawled, but then she got an idea. Always a dangerous thing, that. "Oh, except if you could move the frid--"

"We're not moving the fridge," Kate cut in. "You're not gonna fit in the nook any better even if we did, and it'd be a pain in the ass for me, so no."

Charmaine rolled her eyes. "Fine. But you're gonna have to keep getting things for me."

"Fine," Kate replied, rolling her eyes as well, before turning to Luke. "So, you wanna have a tour of the house or something? Or at least figure out where you're gonna sleep?"