Eliot chuckled and left the mixer in the cabinet. "A Southerner who knows things taste better from scratch," he said, straightening. "All of my culinary classes were by hand, too. It's more satisfying that way."
He crossed the kitchen again to the counter where the ingrediets were set out. "Has Callen or Hanna told you what happened to my eyes?" Eliot asked. He'd thought they'd been keeping it a general secret to stave off questions that might reach the wrong ears. Yeah, people knew he was blind, but save for those who'd been there, Vance, and probably Hetty, he hadn't said anything about the state of his eyes.