She came to his shoulder and peeked around him on tiptoes, eyeing the pair of whisks. Scrambled eggs. She had never tried to cook before. Should she? Leeloo gave the whisks a good eyeing, then frowned at them. It looked very strange. "Do you have one already?" she asked, having never paid much attention to what was in the drawers of his kitchen. Eric never ate, so it didn't make sense to Leeloo to put things in his kitchen that he would never use. She had already lost interest in the whisks.
The next aisle over, according to the sign, was bedding. She wondered what he would want on the bed that was his.