Steve's grip is not so strong as it used to be, but he's used to tempering his handshakes. His clasp is quite gentle. "Good! I think I'm a little hungry, myself. I'll fry up some sausage, too."
The building used to be a coffee shop or small restaurant of some sort, and the door they're entering through is the one that leads directly into the kitchen. There's an industrial fridge directly to the right, and then a door to a pantry with shelves full of dry goods. To the left is a long counter with various implements arranged tidily, and then a stove, a convection oven, and a microwave. There's a kitchen island in the center of the room, and a huge double-sink on the far wall, with another counter, upon which sits a half-full coffee pot.
"Pull up one of the stools if you want," he tells Iris. "And have a seat. Do you drink coffee? I have juice if you prefer."
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Date: 2020-10-01 12:27 am (UTC)The building used to be a coffee shop or small restaurant of some sort, and the door they're entering through is the one that leads directly into the kitchen. There's an industrial fridge directly to the right, and then a door to a pantry with shelves full of dry goods. To the left is a long counter with various implements arranged tidily, and then a stove, a convection oven, and a microwave. There's a kitchen island in the center of the room, and a huge double-sink on the far wall, with another counter, upon which sits a half-full coffee pot.
"Pull up one of the stools if you want," he tells Iris. "And have a seat. Do you drink coffee? I have juice if you prefer."