"True. It could be a lot worse if we were stuck here alone. Though I don't think I would've realized the, um, eccentricities of the house without running into you," John acknowledged, wondering he might've done if no one had answered when he'd called. Would he have continued to explore the house? Or would he have tried to leave the way he came in? Would he even have discovered that he couldn't get back out that way?
"Kitchen, yeah, good idea," John agreed absently, pulling on the nearest door. It was bedroom, comfortable and cozy-looking, like the rest of the house. It was furnished simply, with a large bed and fluffy green coverlet, and a high dresser.
He was starting to get hungry, and he realized he hadn't eaten all day. He wasn't eating regularly anymore, generally skipping breakfast because he had to get Mattie off to school, and rarely having lunch at school. He tried to avoid going to any of the restaurants his schoolmates frequented, which severely narrowed down any affordable lunch options, and he found it easier to avoid them altogether.