Robin's brows arched expectantly as she stalled out on the topic of her bed linens. He truly wasn't hungry for such information, but it sated his need to get a rise out of her -- for now. Following her into the connecting room, he found himself in agreement with her. It didn't look like any proper kitchen he'd ever seen. What was the point of having a room to prepare food if you had to cook it in the sitting room? Robin didn't need anything more to convince him the City was odd, this was just icing on the proverbial cake.
"A roll of bandages? In a kitchen?" The pitch of his voice rose to end on an incredulous note as he looked at the bolt of fabric she held up. Anything that clean, that easy to tear and on that small of a spool was certainly bandage material. "Perhaps the last cook was unskilled with a knife.."
But he didn't get the opportunity to ponder the odd placement anymore as Marian shouted and startled with a jump. Instinctively his arm shot out to wrap around her and pull the Lady of Knighton protectively close to him. As he peered around her to the source of her surprise, Robin's arm slackened. "What on Earth.." Curiosity got the better of him and he released Marian to move forward and set his hand on the handle she'd bumped. He twisted it one way and the water continued to flow, but twisting it the other.. the water stopped. He waited a moment, then turned the knob to restart the flow again, in case this whole experience was just a fluke -- but it wasn't. The water returned and Robin ran his other hand under the concentrated flow. "It's icy cold. Must be some kind of spring..." Twisting that handle back, he toyed with it's matching partner on the other side of the faucet. "I wonder what this one's for.."
Robin's hand didn't last long under the water flow this time, as the cold turned to warm and then all too suddenly it was steaming hot! "Ah!" He withdrew his hand, not burned, but now he'd been surprised. "We may not need that kettle after all." Looking over the strange basin, Robin wasn't the type to chalk the water up to magic. There were doors beneath the smooth stone and he crouched down to open them. The shiny metal continued, twisting a few times, then disappeared into the wall. "There's no well.. not that I can see." Backing out from under the sink and rising to his feet again -- Robin stood up again. "And you said there was a note implying this was all yours now?"