Vanessa checked her watch. It was already 4:45. She kicked off her boots and left them by the door. She walked away from Beth and wandered into her kitchen. She began to open her fridge, looking for items to throw together into a decent meal that was in her cooking repertoire. "So, what's the deal with your folks?" She pulled a couple of chicken breasts out, and a head of brocolli.  She found the cabinet with spices, and started to shift through it.