She'd helped Kiernan convert recipes to bulk quantities all day, and even done some of the shopping for his lists for the upcoming holiday, and after classes and other work around the school, the electrokine was actually beat. Her daughter was at the school, staying over in the girls' dorms, but Warren was somewhere in his massive manor, probably musing or brooding or some other Bruce Wayne-esque activity. In other words, dinner was going to be a small affair. She shot him a text ("Come eat?"), mentally, and then headed for the industrial-sized kitchen to figure out a meal strategy. When she spied their wok, the craving for stir-fry caused her to stretch up over the counter and snag it down. Marinate tofu, chop veggies, pair wine... Clang! The wok hit the counter as she put in an online order for pizza delivery. Kalamata olives and feta... Sweet basil sauce. "Any pizza requests?" Warren's footfalls caused her to turn her head and she tapped her temple, letting him know she was already in the process. No cooking tonight.