Number of swear words in three sentences: three. Wow. Avery wasn't a big user of profanity, tending to think that was best reserved for anger or extreme duress. That was just him though, and he'd been aware that he'd meet all kinds of people here. He blinked and looked upward at the pots and pans hanging from the rack again, finishing the quick mental count of them he'd been doing. "Blindfold, yeah," he mumbled. "Didn't like that much." Serious understatement.
He gave Bobby the side-eye as the movement of crumbs falling caught his attention. Ugh. Crumbs everywhere. He didn't miss the casually tossed away wrapper, either. Trying to ignore it, he reached for a small frying pan and carefully pulled it down, then tilted it from side to side to gauge how clean it was. Hmm, maybe he should wash it first.