"I can help if you don't ask me to do anything complicated," he said, unbuttoning his shirt cuff to roll up his sleeves. "I never got past the college-student ramen stage of learning how to fend for myself in the kitchen. I actually eat pretty well because we almost always have guests, but the kitchen staff are the ones who make that happen."
The kitchen really was big, not industrial-looking (that would have been more familiar) but not really warm or personal either. The whole house felt antiseptic in spite of its luxury, as if every surface had been wiped clean moments ago by invisible custodians. "Nah, I can't cast Detect Aura yet, I dumped all my XP into Knowledge instead of Spellcraft. But I can usually tell if someone's a current or former Catholic, there's a certain set of reactions. Like I'd never ask a priest what he wanted to be called, not even now, because it wouldn't occur to me that he might have a preference about it."