Lorelai's face split into a delighted grin. "Oh I love you already. If I could do that I would enter every room that way." She closed the door behind him and gestured toward the kitchen. "Kitchen is just through here."
Neither Lorelai nor her daughter would ever be great cooks, so it was a modest kitchen. Just the basics, really. But it was clean and functional. And definitely well stocked with food. And alcohol. And so so much coffee.