"No," Kingsley said, rousing himself from the couch and following Hestia into the kitchen. It wasn't that he felt she needed supervision so much as he was pleased that someone had arrived, and that he was still unused to having anyone wander his home alone whilst he put his feet up to read. A perennial bachelor, Kingsley was used to a quiet home; something that Order Meetings shook him out of when it fell to him to house them all. "Up to the right," he said from the doorway, before every cabinet was opened in the quest for his tea tins and boxes.