It takes her a minute to find the kitchen at all, but she doesn't intentionally go poking around anywhere she shouldn't be. She doesn't spend much time poking around in the kitchen, either, and at first she thinks she needs to return everything to exactly as it was.

Then she looks down at the small mess she's made cutting up a peach and assembling a sandwich, and decides maybe it'd be good for him to have something to focus on, maybe something annoying. She puts away the food so it won't spoil and takes the rest with her back to the room.

She knocks but doesn't wait for an invitation, just comes back in and sits back down next to him. She glances at the kitten, too, but sets the plate on his knee.

"I know you're not hungry," she admits. "But eat it before the cat does anyway."