Ellie cleaned up around the house, mostly out of a sense of 'this is my house and I don't want it to look like a fucking pigsty'. But Clara never really asked her to do chores. She just, sort of, did them on her own. Her eyebrows went up and she nodded a little. "What's your favorite thing to cook?" She wondered if she'd ever had it before. Or if it would be something new for her, like pizza.
Ellie took his socks, and went into the laundry room, tossing them in the dryer for fifteen minutes. She figured they'd be dry by then.