Some was still better than none. The only thing Kevin knew about plumbing was picking up the phone and calling one or watching one do his trick.
From where he sat, Kevin could only sort of watch Jean-Paul go about with his entrance and his temper and truth be told, that sort of shocked him. The entire lot (and mansion?) had been pretty silent and he and Remy weren't making much noise either so that was definitely something uncalled for. "There's ice cream," he offered, trying to be helpful.
But who in the world would even want to have ice cream in the middle of a winter's day? And Kevin wasn't even sure the ice cream they had sitting in the freezer since Godknowswhen was still...well, edible. (Though technically speaking, it is still edible. It's just a matter of it being palatable and...safe or healthy or whatever.) Nobody liked that flavor.
(Though if you were really hungry, wouldn't you be desperate enough to even just satisfy yourself with powdered milk? Shamefully, Kevin would.)
Back to Remy, he sort of gestured at him and the sink, "Well, have at. I'm sure Erik would appreciate your good work even if he wouldn't show it." Sheets ruffled, back to staring at them.