She stared at him unblinking for a moment, the sight of him catching her off guard, so much in fact that the spatula in her hand hit the floor with a loud metal clatter. She leaned down quickly to pick it up but she was then so embarrassed for having been staring that way that she wasn't watching what she was doing and smacked her head on the counter. When she stood up with the spatula in one hand, she was covering a growing red spot on her forehead with the other. "Ow..ooh..that's smarts " she said closing her eyes and rubbing it, now she wanted to find something else to concentrate on besides the throbbing pain. "How are you talking to my grandmother...I thought you couldn't go home and shes already passed over" her words hitching now and then between the pain. She moved over to the sink to rinse the spatula off, both brows now furrowed as she focused hard on not being such a cry baby about a bump, then went to the stove to stir the hodge podge of ingredients that were in the frying pan. The kitchen was smelling greatly of bacon, potatoes and eggs, just like a home should...and that's what this place felt like..was home. Once in a while her eyes would lift to watch him at the kitchen table, she couldn't see his face because of the paper but she could of sworn his shoulders were shaking, the kind of shake that happens when one is trying to contain laughter.