[ kaveh, who had been half-expecting piles of books or papers to have to wend around, looks at the straight path to the kitchen and almost wishes there were. you could tell a lot about someone from the way they furnish or don't furnish their abode. habits, tells, preferences, the things they care about and the things they don't. ghost doesn't care about a lot of things. kaveh can't quite breathe.

still, he follows. the kitchen is the exact way the kitchen would have been left had someone moved in the day before. he puts down the tote. it thuds, thunderously. ]

Do you have glasses? That was a rhetorical question. Yes, I'm staying for dinner, since you should have realised by now that this is a barely veiled attempt to check in on you. I'm asking for a pot or a pan because the containers have kept the stew merely warm, when it's best piping hot. [ with implicit permission, kaveh begins to make himself, well, at home. he finds the pan, rinses it, and sets to re-heating the food. ] Now that I think about it, I should have brought the test shutters. I could have installed them on your windows.