Matthew blinked up at Stephen, dazedly. "Sorry, what? The... what? The kitchen? Ohhh... I don't know, Stephen! ...Oh, the kitchen!? It's... just down... the way... to your left...! I mean... it's just beyond our dining table... over yonder...!"
He nodded vaguely in the direction of the dining 'room'; the house was Elizabethan originally, and it seemed that Matthew's family had kept the old-world charm of an open floor plan -- at least for the downstairs!
But even that small nod was too much for Matthew's woozy head to handle, and he toppled out of his chair, onto the floor. "Ohhh...! What... just happened?" he asked, vaguely.