Remy had been creeping down the floor of the hallway. He wasn't really on a mission. He was carrying a heavy box while in shadow form, trying to build up his stamina. But he quickly dropped it when he heard the commotion in the kitchen.
Leaving the box of lord knows what from the garage - brass andirons, doorstops, old iron boot scrapers - along the wall, Remy jumped back into human form. Striding into the kitchen, he smirked. Yeah, usual lunchtime crowd.
At least, it looked like lunch. Smelled like lunch. But you couldn't be too sure around here. He noticed Kevin with the pan. "What you got in the pot, Kev?"