Leading him into the kitchen, Shannon curbed her instinct to play tour guide. Kirley knew what a foyer was and could make an educated guess as to which room was the living room, but even so, as they rounded the corner into the kitchen, she couldn't help pulling a voice and gesturing broadly about the room. "And here on your left, you'll see the Scamander household kitchen, where residents take their meals."
The spoons were already out on the table, atop a pile of napkins and Shannon settled herself down, momentarily berating herself for missing her guitar in the impromptu clean up. "A little," she answered, motioning for him to sit. "I'm not professional or anything, but I'm not bad."