To Avery's recollection, she'd never been handed down from a counter before. Once from the bed of a truck, and once from a tree (which had been a bit absurd), but never from a counter. Taking his hand, she hopped down and gave him a smile. "Lead on," she said. She was plenty comfortable in the kitchen, but she wasn't about to turn down a cushy seat. She looked around a bit as she followed him, still unhappy about the bright lighting, but still not ready to risk using her abilities in front of someone new in unfamiliar territory.