Maybe he should have paid attention to how Piper was doing the laundry instead of just Piper all those times. The small pile of clothing he owned here had been tossed into the washer, the detergent had been easy enough to figure out, but now he was left with a lot of buttons and no idea which ones were relevant to the load of clothing. Finally, it came down to elimination by rationalization or asking Phoebe or Prue for help. The former won, out of preservation of his dignity. Washing clothes had never been this complicated when he was mortal.
Pushing a few buttons and shutting the lid, he waited long enough to make sure the machine had started up before heading down the hall to the kitchen. As a Whitelighter, he didn't need the caffeine fix, but after living with the Halliwell sisters long enough, it had become a routine. A morning didn't go by when there wasn't at least one pot of extremely strong coffee brewed.
The past few days, the community kitchen had been empty when he'd ducked in and out, someone before him already having gone through the motions. This morning, there was someone else. "Morning," he said by way of greeting.