Kyle insists, taking the bag out of her hands as she admires the house. He has to admit, he lucked out. His relatives aren't too wealthy, but they've owned the home for generations and do well enough to keep up with all the necessities. The place looks an odd mix of homey and modern, full of accouterments without seeming stuffed to the brim.

"Thanks, I'll tell them you said that." He points with his free hand as they move down the hall, indicating the various doorways. "Living room, closet, bathroom, kitchen slash dining room."

That's the doorway he slips through to reveal a modest kitchen and small table that seats four on the other side of the counter. Kyle watches her as he sets the bag on the counter and begins unloading what she's brought before returning his attention to the task before them.

"This is great. I have some sausage that could be good, if you're okay with sausage? Spinach, mushrooms. I think we could use the squash thing or the asparagus, but probably not both," he remarks as he holds one in each hand, looking between them and then turning back to face her.