Crouched on the floor, Verity froze, with her head in a cabinet. After a moment, she leaned back and stared up at Trevor. He wasn't kidding. Smaller frying pan in hand, she stood and pushed the cupboard door closed. "How have you not starved to death yet?" She asked, turning on the burner under the smaller pan and slicing a pat of butter into it. Grabbing the spatula, she used it to poke the butter around the pan, melting it further.
"Merlin," she griped, half to herself, reaching out and taking another swig of her wine before she could stop herself. "I hope my kid is smarter than you."