The house where Avery had grown up had been well-tended, but the rugs were worn and much of the furniture shabby. It had been a home where there hadn't been money to buy new things so they took care of the ones they had. He'd never cared about that since he'd spent much of his time outside, anyway.
He turned his sandwich in the pan, then used the spatula to lift one corner and see if the cheese was melting. He could hear Bobby rummaging around in the refrigerator, and he wondered what state everything would be in when the guy was done. Couldn't he settle? "Not usually," he replied to the question he was asked. He had such specific food preferences and not a very large appetite, which meant he didn't typically have random undefined cravings.