Seth followed her into the kitchen, his eyes rested in the furniture. He was never a fan of art but, whoever carved them out of the ice was most skillful. He remained silent for the entire duration, as thoughts clouded his mind, what would happen next?<br/><br/>He meshed his fingers together as she placed the plates on the table. "Do you like to cook? It does seem like it..." He picked up his fork and speared a piece of meat and began to eat.Â