Marcel came back from wondering around the house looking at stuff once the dinner bell had rang and he was called he dug into the food as his stomach reminded him this was his first meal all day and he had been running off fumes and beer. "You know this has ta be some of the best steak and tater's I've had in a while!" Marcel enjoyed the steaks and salad once everything was done he started collecting the plates and taking stuff to the kitchen and began to look around it like he was lost. "Um molly do ya have any gloves? You know the yeller ones used fer doin' dishes?" Marcel rubbed his head for a second before looking under the sink. "I reckon if you cooked I gotta clean... ya know? As they say fair is fair!" Marcel looked confused as heck trying to find gloves not even knowing if Molly had any.