Carl finally finished with his work in the kitchen. When he was done, the kitchen area was clean, all supplies neatly stored, pan resting in the washbasin, and a single plate of steaming food waiting for him. Taking the plate, he crossed to the front door and pulled the bolt into place before pulling out the pin. Without this pin, the bolt would not slide free. In effect, he'd just locked himself and the girl inside the cabin. The small pin slid neatly into his pocket as he went to open her door. He payed her no heed as he did so, likely causing her to fall backward as the door was pushed open by her weight on it. Without a word, he went to sit comfortably by the hearth and eat.