...this is the smallest pot we had. Apparently when Helios cooks, he cooks for an army. [Adele chuckles and walks into the apartment, a bag with spare bowls and spoons over her shoulder.]

I will leave it in the kitchen on this floor when you've had your fill. That way you do not have to try to have any more than you can stand Rems. [This time, for the first time, it's entirely intentional. It was 'Rems' or 'Emmy' and she was far, far too old to be calling anyone 'Emmy' ever again. Still, she sat the pot down on the closest stable surface along with the pan of cornbread, still steaming as she unwrapped the towel she'd used to cover it.]