"You don't want me going through all your cabinets?" Hestia asked, looking at Kingsley over her shoulder. "Who knows what kind of secrets you have locked away in your kitchen cabinets." Hestia was fully comfortable with making herself at home pretty much anywhere, which could be unsettling for some people, but never for her. She stood on her toes and pulled down what she needed. "Do you want one?" she turned to ask him.