Avery was distracted from his perusal of the pan by Bobby's question. Had he been the snappy answers type, he might have said no, I'm just taking down a pan for the heck of it but he definitely wasn't that type. He might occasionally think a smart-ass comment, but he was never bold enough to say them. "Maybe a grilled cheese," he said. He crossed to the sink and found dish soap, then squirted a bit into the pan and turned on the water to wait for it to run hot. He'd decided that he'd never be able to actually enjoy anything he'd make if he wasn't sure the pan was clean.