Frankie beamed as she led the way to a spacious, down right grandiose kitchen. The counters were covered with all manner of liquor bottles, food and an alarming number of odds and ends that she had grabbed from the medicine cabinet. Nudging stuff aside she set the bags she was carrying on the counter and started digging right in.
“I’m really glad you’re here. I mean, usually I keep myself occupied but that can get boring and I like talking to you. So where should we start? Oh hey bananas!”