Ellie was actually sitting on the floor between the oven and the counter when Ernie walked in, trying to pull herself up off the tile and managing for the most part. "I'm here, in the kitchen!" she called out, trying to run a hand through her hair and figure out her shit, taking a deep breath.
"Hey!" she said happily as he entered, pushing an already poured glass in his direction. "I made dinner, you hungry?" she asked.