Serving for Two

[Keller]

There was no distinct kitchen as far as the layout of his quarters was concerned, and no wall divided it from the living room. On the opposite end of the wall into which the stove and other fittings were slotted into was his rather humble bedroom. In contrast to her room, his was quite spartan. Just behind where he stood was a small counter of sorts with two stools arranged on either end of it. The counter itself served as an impromptu dinner-table, and two sets of cutlery was already laid out as if he'd been expecting a guest. Since he was still not quite done with the meal itself, he served her a cup of tea that he'd promised roughly a few hours prior, along with the cup and saucer she would be provided with milk and sugar if she wanted any to be mixed in.

"When you run away from home and live with strangers, it becomes quite essential that you look after yourself. As I became more aware of.. people and their tendency to betray, I became more and more self-reliant." There was a small oven just to the left of his waist and closer to the floor, bread seemed to be baking inside of it and the top of the loaf was only just beginning to form a crust. It would be done soon enough. Dinner appeared to be a rich stew of sorts, with the star of the dish being a slow-cooked meat.