Grinning widely, amazed that you actually managed this small miracle. I don't think I've even seen a kitchen since leaving Earth, much less been in one! Well, it's not like I ever used the kitchen in my house for much more than a convenient counter for my houseplants to die on, but well, at least it was a kitchen. There's something cosy about them, no matter what you use them for.

But she intends to bake me cookies, and that is a perfect use for a kitchen.

"I see! This is a treat. Quite a treat, indeed! I'll tell you what. I will attempt to brew us a proper English tea while you bake. There's nothing as comforting as tea and cookies. Well. Except for tea and freshly baked cookies. Baked by you."

And yes, I'm stammering now. Oh well.