[Fey]

"Oh I'm sure you could talk a diabetic into seconds of dessert," toeing off his shoes Tal kicked them into the corner and pulled her along past the mudroom and led her into the front hall. Heading to the left he flicked on a switch and nimbly side stepped as Biscuit trotted into the room, heading for his bowl. A haughty look showed he wasn't happy over it's state, but Tal was bound to not let it get to him.

"The kitchen, I'm a terrible cook, but it's amazing how many cabinets I still manage to fill up with things. I'm an inveterate gadget buyer." His counter was covered with toasters, blenders, choppers, and a variety of other things.