"Mine's nice, too," Avery said. He used the freshly cleaned spatula to butter his bread and then put a piece of cheese between the slices, then set the assembled sandwich in the pan. "Fancier than home." He turned the heat on to the burner, glancing over as Bobby started raiding the cabinets again. He wondered if the guy was going to walk all over the kitchen dropping crumbs as he went, like Hansel and Gretel in the forest leaving a trail. For once the thought of messiness amused him a little, and the faintest of smiles emerged on his face as he looked back down at the pan again. That didn't mean he wouldn't try to clean up if he was the last one left in the kitchen. Something in him wouldn't allow him to leave a mess uncleaned even if he hadn't made it.