Stella was sitting in the living room, tucked up with her laptop and going through a ton of photos she'd taken backstage and out and about. She had heard him get up and then rummage like a bear through their kitchen. She rolled her eyes a little, He was so predictable.
"Pantry, top shelf, left hand side." she called out as she looked up from her work, grinning a bit. "Should be a box of them there." she shook her head, he was so, so predictable.