"Yeah, I know. I kinda live here," she responds. Surprisingly, her tone isn't particularly barbed. Considering she makes a beeline straight for that door and finds the cooking pan to set on the stovetop, I think she's happy to receive the thinly-veiled guidance. I wasn't sure how much Midnight had paid attention to my cooking in the past – it would appear she's not had an interest in the process until now.