His father had actually updated the kitchen in order to appease his mother. When she really wanted something, he had always caved. Ethan had asked about that one time. His father just told him he'd understand some day. He takes a seat at the small circular wooden table that he keeps there for news paper reading sessions and storage. He watches her as she moves about the kitchen. Ethan raises an eyebrow when she puts cinnamon in the egg mixture. He wants to hear the explanation for that.  "So have you taken cooking classes or do you just make a hobby of it?" This in his starting to take on life tone.